Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...I'm guessing you don't have a license.
Something that would really make money.
Sweet, trusting Marge, I can't let you down. I'll get some money somehow.
Jessica, this is going on your permanent record.
- What's going on in here? - Absolutely nothing, Marge.
Do you hear that, Bart? That was the tardy bell!
Who needs him? I can have fun all by myself.
- Hey, Homer. - Yeah!
So then we'll look for the house next to the house with no numbers.
No! My invention!
...but I can always count on him to provide for the family.
- So, Homer, how'd you do? - Well, I...
He's looking through the want ads to find a part-time job.
Congratulations, Mr. Simpson.
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Oh, Marge, my loyal wife...
I'll never forgive myself for this.
Am I wrong, or did it just get fatter in here?
Homer's getting ready to give us a foot rub.
After him! Go!
Wrong!
- You just saved our hides. - On top of everything else...
Homer, I'm... I'm speechless.
You're certainly in a good mood, Dad.
Call off the debt?
Now say, "I am Homer Simpson, the lowly dog. " In a dog voice!
No, and if they don't get here soon, it'll be T.S. For them.