Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stop! That's my car!
a handymars dream.
I'm gonna give you a deposit this minute.
## [Singing]
If you don't sell a house, you're fired, fired, fired.
Mr. Hutz, I didn't know you sold real estate.
Why, isn't this kitchen horribly cramped? [Laughing]
we just wanna get to our new house and rest in peace.
[Groans]
As a spineless, potato-cooking housewife who can't compete in the real world?
Excuse me, Mr. Szyslak.
Ay, ay, ay, my gates. Ay! Johnny C. gave me those.
What in the heck is a dwelling?
3 x 7 x 7 x 11 = 1617
- I made that last one up. - I see.
L'il Bandit rolls to a gentle stop.
Well, like we say, "The right house for the right person."
said always look inside the house before buying.
- What's for dinner? - Well, neighboreenos, I guess this is good-bye.
and since most of my clients wind up losing their houses...
[Brakes Screeching]
Oh, yeah. I'm a real expert.
That's not true. You're thinking of air bags.
Red Room
- Superman. - Oh!
[Grunts]
Still, it would've been nice to bring home at least one paycheck.