Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(BOTH LAUGHING EVILLY)

Yeah, for lunch.

I think you're becoming a bridezilla!

Homer, that's you!

Yes, Homer! Yes!

Let's take a look.

Not now. He's here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's the line to get out.

We'll get through it. We always do.

Yes, he has. Things are changing way too fast for Mushu.

This isn't the most romantic place to get married.

(GASPS) A combination of bride and Godzilla?

and two sobbing trolls threw me out of a van onto our lawn.

I don’t mean to sound bias, but Genies always tend to be cool.

(HUMMING GLEEFULLY)

what the? the lolipop is made of hot sauce?!?!?!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

And I'm selling all sorts of faith-based knickknacks.

Settle. Settle down.

Mom! Mom! We know where Dad is.

But I have to marry Marge!

All right, people, I want every table to have two baskets of bread

(GROANS IN DISGUST) How'd you check?

- What the... - The lollipop is made of hot sauce.