Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're live in three days.

¶ And now I have a raging fever ¶

All right, who's our Alexander Hamilton?

Not my problem.

Well, there's no other parts worth playing!

Chief, no more gunplay.

I'm Marge, the director.

Do they serve booze? Are there free doughnuts?

¶ Ah, hell, give me ¶

"Where Are They Now?"

What are you dreaming about?

A-yeah, I'm a regular Benedict Cabbage-Patch.

And you were gonna bring the edibles for the wrap party.

¶ Four and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie. ¶

(sighs) Now what?

-Marge, it's going to rain during the show. -How hard?

Why in the hell is Daddy and Me class packed?

All right, but beware,

Hey, that's a good idea. I mean, she directs Homer and the kids

Hollywood only lets in one Bill Nye in a generation.

I-I'm so sorry. I was just...

(doorbell rings)

2 x 2 x 3 x 3 x 3 x 7 x 11 = 8316

(gasps) Poor Lou.

LISA: Let's see...

Huh? I never heard that before.

Just listen to me!

Your first line is on page 37.

Wait a minute, if this is a real gun, where's the prop?

Yeah, I know what you were just.