Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

BURNS: Now, listen.

gasps, shudders

("La Primavera" by Vivaldi playing)

has helped us Spucklers become a two-radio family.

Uh, you know, just something

Get this contract signed, Simpson.

(normal voice:) Mm. He's onto us.

I can't very well answer the door with an unloaded shotgun,

which is not really that select a circle.

The key is preparation.

If this gets any cuter, I'm gonna bust.

Perhaps you need a little taste of what's in store.

Now, let's go yonder

BRANDINE: Cletus, get the dang door!

You'll rue the day.

I consider you family now,

then use that friendship to destroy his life

with her aerial silks and those yoga pants.

-Oh. -So, what's in your hand?

Uh-oh! The page you’re looking for can’t be found.

I'll have to tell my partner you said that.

Absolutely no effect upon my...

Simpson, Mr. Burns is a Fortune 500 CEO.

Has she been in the same room as a peanut recently?

let you sign it. It's all a trick to steal your helium.

this hairless swamp beast our way.

He's stupid enough to believe you have an idea.

Well, if it ain't my bestest friend