Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Think of the robots. Wont somebody please think of the robots!
Marge, uh, can we not land here?
Oh, no. No, I'm the guy. I'm supposed to-
- I hope that farmhouse has a phone. - [Thunder Rumbling]
Plus, I'd just fallen on my back, which hurt more than I let on.
Rod, you've got small, girlish hands. Reach in and fish it out.
You know, the fear of getting caught is kind of a turn-on.
- You mean Frank Grimes? - Yeah, him. Whatever happened to that guy?
Yes, sir!
Huh. Well, maybe they're in the media room.
[Pants] Oh, my heart's beating like crazy.
If somebody's in here, you're in for some serious ass forkir!
Oh, we drank so much that night.
Oh, now, Roddy, it's just a stuck ball. I'll get it.
[THUNDERCLAPS CONTINUE]
get a little, well, accustomed to each other.
##[Chorus Singing]
And now they're out there somewhere, naked as the day God made them!
Wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't go! Oh, no, not today.
- Hey, Homer, see you at Moe's? - He put new electrical tape on the cushions.
Sorry, guys. Marge and I are sending the weekend at a bed-and-breakfast.
- [Groans] - [Announcer] No good!
- [Motor Running] - Oh, my hero!