Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a boy. And what a boy!
Mom, make Dad tell the story right.
Sir, that's the "plaque."
Oh, really? Guess who else can play the Zuzu-monitor game? And now I think I don't want a big sister anymore, and I flushed the toilet.
- Barney, you're fired. - Okay.
That's what really happened.
...you were the age Bart was several years ago.
Look at this, I got a ball here.
Such a nice, tidy office.
Absolutely.
We're doomed!
And the domestication of the dog continued unabated.
it's wonderful, it's magical. Oh boy, here it comes, another alerts chat
I'm gonna march right up to Al and say:
Since I found out about this baby, there's been only bad luck.
Sure, you will, Mr. Homer. Sure, you will.
- Homie, I... - Can't talk. Praying.
And then when I told him about Lisa...
- Been there, done that. - I hope it's a girl.
Come on, Marge, show a little enthusiasm.
Not just a girl. The most beautiful baby girl in the whole world.
And your bottom was a little bigger.