Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Pletlla, Brldge and "Kuwawahawa. '"
Knee pads. You got it.
[Grunting]
- Yeah. - Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah. That's rlght.
[Laughing] Made you look.
All right, I've got an arrest warrant here for Nelson Muntz!
- Excuse me, son. - Wow! Joe Namath.
I was blinded to your stinky performance.
Then why are you running the obstacle course?
Oh, Rod, you don't have to. You're cut.
Flanders!
Are you wearing my self-defense whistle?
Not anymore. From now on, you're my main man.
Well, that's super-duper, Lisa. In fact, we already have four girls on the team.
From now on, I'm gonna be kinder to my son and meaner to my dad.
You ruined everthing, ruiner!
Okay, half of you vibrate that way, two of you fall down...
Great game, Son. Come on. I'm taking you to Hooters.
- Shh! - You're cut too, shushy!
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
- My car broke down. - I'm Joe Namath.
Will you hug me?
the father of the big quitter.
- [Very High-pitched Tone] - [Both Screaming]
All of those people are cut.
Okay, Bart, concentrate.
- [Electronic Tone] - This thing only takes dollars.
- May I be excused, Mom? - Oh, so now you're quitting dinner too.
- Okay, Milhouse, let's try out the new cup. - [Grunts]
Well, I know you don't want to disappoint Dad...
All right, Wildcats, are you ready to give 110%, take it one game at a time...
You know, Milhouse, you are getting a little doughy.
Yes. Mr. Koufax, don't you think Flanders is a big jerk?