Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, Simpson, you're blocking for me on this play.

Now let's bring on the men!

Okay, gentlemen, I want you to raise your hand when you hear the tone.

Oh, your mother's not pregnant, is she?

[Tires Screeching]

From now on, I'm gonna work you like a dog. Now go fetch me 20 laps.

- You know, Homer, it's very easy to criticize. - Fun too.

Remember what I told you.

- Help! Help, help! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! - Get him!

We're in the championship! Way to go, team.

Sqizz, I like your hustle. That's why it was so hard to cut you.

Well, I'm not gonna make the same mistake.

It must have been you. You've quit every job you've ever had-

- Oh, man. - Do it.

Well, I got news for you, mister!

Sounds like you need some... first aid.

- Mom, please! We're eating. - Well, at least I'm making conversation.

Ah, you got lucky, Flanders!

Well, Bart, it looks like it's just you and-

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He's quite a little dancer

Uh-huh? Half a brain, huh?

Son, you can do anything you want.

And the season hasn't even started yet.

Okay, it's time for the easiest part of any coach's job- the cuts.

Such a setting does not exist. I think you must have dreamt it.

My car broke down.

You can't tell me what to do. You can't tell me what to do.