Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Million-dollar birthday fries!
I'm afraid some weirdo's got my soul, and I don't know what they're doing to it.
But you know, Bart, some philosophers believe...
Uh, excuse me. No banging your head on the display case, please.
Silence, you fool. It can be ours.
Yes, yes. I found a buyer right away for that item.
Hey, Marge, remember when we used to make out to this hymn?
I don't hear scrubbing!
Owe, my freaking ears!
Leave this place. You are in great danger.
Hymns here! I got hymns here! Get 'em while they're holy!
There you go. One soul.
Ah, but, Moe, the dank- the dank!
Hmm. Bart, what's wrong? There's something a little off about your hug.
I need a soul, Ralph. Any soul.
where my tongue will be torn out by ravenous birds.
. .
Alf pogs! Remember Alf?
Hmm. It's not fear of nuclear war.
deep-fried to perfection.
Thank you, door!
Ahoy there, friends! Everybody find a first mate!
15 minutes? but i want it now!
Hiya, folks. Welcome to Uncle Moe's.
My sodie is too cold. My teef hurt.
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this was a family restaurant.
But look- I got some cool pogs.
You ain't thinkin' of gettin' rid of the dankey, Miyamoeto?
Uh-huh. What if you die in a submarine at the bottom of the ocean?