Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Everybody loves it in the future.
This is the C. I.A. contract that I signed to become a cyborg.
Francine, it's "till death do us part."
# Good morning, U.S.A. #
She tastes like a ball gag!
You looked so tired. You'd been running for so long.
I know. And what happened to dressing up on airplanes and handwritten thank-you notes?
Okay, okay. Here's what I'm gonna do.
You bastard!
For years, I've been telling you I want to go there!
[Together] Barry, no!
And I went to so much trouble to get you something really special.
Wait! This is the dishwasher warranty!
But it's time we make it all about you.
[Francine] You made me love coupons?
Okay. Let's go, mama.
It ends with us doing something so dirty, we'll both have intestinal distress for a month.
- [Sobbing] - # At Hershy Park, Hershy Park #
A Stan who spent a thousand lonely years without you, man...