Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's still food, but I don't want to eat it.
looks like we got ourselves a showdown, boy.
Well, according to Red's schedule, we have to make it to Atlanta in three days.
No. But I'm sure the Good Lord will provide.
We have the latest Heimlich machine.
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We'll get past that barrier somehow.
looks like we got ourselves a showdown, boy.
Lisa, you ought to be a doorbell salesman.
Oh, no. Homer, no.
No. But if you'll just ring the-
Red! The trucker!
No, no, no. No dice!
Come on, Dad. Just 1 2 more pounds.
Thank you.
Even this menu is made of meat. It's an entire chicken pounded flat.
No. He's a bit listless, isn't he?
Well, maybe the animals don't mind, honey.
Well, you came to the right place.
Why is it playing over again?
Mmm. Beef salad, beef on the cob, beef-fried beef-
Mr. Hasn't-Got-A-Belly.
Somewhere up there, I bet Red is saying thanks.
Do you think anybody would hire us if they knew we weren't really driving the trucks?
All right, Chimey, this time the bell tolls for thee.