Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't worry. Mr. Hutz is still here to take care of us.
Hey, Dad, I think state and federal laws require us to have a babysitter.
Homer, this-this is never easy to say.
How can you do this, Marge? How can you desert your children?
Hee-hee-hee. All right. Whoo-hoo! Yea!
Mr. Hutz, why are you burning all your personal papers?
- [ Groans ] - Marge, there's no reason for you to get dragged into this.
[ Coin Clatters ]
( siren wailing. )
- Hey, Homer, you wanna get a beer on the way home? - I can't.
Well, sir, I think it is time to turn this pledge drive...
Folks, do you realize without your support...
[ Marge ] Oh, I've heard a lot about Shot Kickers.
Remember when I said my ex-husband was behind on his child support?
Ha! And to think those idiot environmentalists were protesting this landfill.
[ Both Yelling ]
Ahh, ballet.
I don't wanna be a wet blanket, but maybe you should give yourself up.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just give me the serum.
Shave up not down, you idiot.
[ Loud Sigh ] Sure, Homer.
" [ Humming With Calliope Music ]
- A little show called Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman? - [ Groans ]
It's a ghost car!
Marge, it's public TV. They never have anything good.
- I think they want us to stop. - Fat chance.
Far too much dancing Not nearly enough prancing
There's nothing to feel ashamed of here. Women have a right to a night out. Right, Lisa?