Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're just words, Neddie. Words can't hurt you.

You can't quit! You're cut! You too, Milhouse.

There you go, Bart. Peewee football will melt away those unsightly pounds and inches.

Yellow, 25, hut!

- You never use it. - [Groans]

I've been carried out of Moe's like that hundreds of times.

[Groans] What's his name again?

Hey, everybody, let's hear it for Bart!

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

- Wish me luck, Dad. - Just don't screw up like you always do.

Springfield is in terrible shape...

You're going to heaven.

- Oh, no! - What?

Shh you cut too shushy

I'm comfortable with who I am.

- [Rips] - Hey, Bart, we wear the same underpants.

D'oh! [Screams]

Well, actually, Lisa, these balls are synthetic.

The old shoulder pads.

Look, I want a cup.

- Who are we gonna beat? - The Wildcats!

Well, that's the end of the girls' floor exercise.

Well, you know what? It sounds like you just volunteered.

But I can't play quarterback. I don't even know how.