Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Har-har.
(sighs) I'm supposed to screw over a guy
he has no idea of what it's worth.
(grunts) No offense, goober.
Hmm.
I got to get out. Where's the trap door?
I just played with her.
BURNS: No, don't say excellent.
¶ Cool, let's pee in the creek ¶
CLETUS: ¶ Ooh, you're my best friend ¶
and get ourselves a mess of catfish.
But you could've warned me first.
COURTNEY: Hudson's on a conference call.
(gulps, shudders)
They're like kites without the hard work.
a grapefruit to go.
They're having so much fun.
Thanks to birthday balloons, rarer than ever.
That other mom was just so annoying
TB? DTaP? Measles-mumps-rubella?
Aw! Ooh!
(grunts)
That sounds pricey.
Some sort of a friendship certificate?
(melancholy music plays)
(chuckles) She still thinks I've got her nose.
(chuckles) Is that ironic or retro?
¶ Woo-hoo-hoo ¶