Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Let's see your chauffeur's license. - Chauffeur's license, eh?

Now *that's* sarcasm.

All right, girls. Today we learn the dance of the fairy queens.

...bees are trying to have sex with them, as I understand it.

TRUANT! TRUANT! TRUANT THEY'LL SAY!

- You mean... - Why...

Well, well, well. Look who needs us again...

We even bused in troublemakers from other schools.

Homer, are we in some sort of fiduciary trouble

Call off the Audit?

Bravissimo, Bart! Next week, class gives its first recital.

But you're already smoking cig...

Let's not panic. I'll make the money back by selling a liver.

- He blew your savings on jack-o'-lanterns. - You told!

Ballet is for the strong, the fierce, the determined.

One more wrong answer, and Homer flunks another of life's little tests.

- Yeah! - Yeah, let's get him, come on!

Yeah. Oh, boy. Oh, that was so sweet.

Yes, I am in flavour country