Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And is he a constant disappointment?

[Burns Narrating] Who should appear but the unrequited love of my college years-

- [Grunts] - [Gunfire]

Oh, what's to tell? I was at the orphanage till I was 18.

I'm a father myself, sir.

Hold on, Mr. Burns. Maybe we did fake a kidnapping.

when its workers left to fight in the Second World War.

Why? It's not like anything interesting happened to anyone else today.

He's rich, I tell ya. I never seen a place with a walk-in mailbox.

Well- [Mumbles]

I sure hope so.

Oh, Admiral Carstairs, I'd like you to meet my son, Larry.

- Kidnapped? - Marge, it's not a real kidnapping.

Oh, relax. I don't wanna work.

[Both Laughing]

Yeah. I tell ya, I don't get no regard.

Whoa! Put her back in! She's not done yet.

He's very sensitive about his age.

He's a pussycat. I tell you, he's a doll-baby.

Marge, it's broad daylight, and there's cops everywhere.

Oh, yes. He made light of my weight problem...

He's kidding, Mom. But, seriously, I'd love to have hair like yours.

Smithers, send for the boys at Yale admissions, hmm?

What happened? You saw yourself in a mirror?

- Oh, nicely played, sir. - [Man On P.A.] Attention, passengers.

because of a discarded couch on the tracks.

Oh. [Grumbling]

You got it, Pop. Just let me run a few pints through it first.