Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wow. Marge, I think I figured out their primitive language.

...you dig in your claws and you never let go.

Where's that kid with my latte?

Other people have to confess too, you know.

I have an idea. It's crazy, but it just might work.

I think we might have termites.

So this has become a game of wits, has it?

You come in here to express your deepest feelings...

Ugh. Bread tastes like clothes.

This is great television.

If we formed a club, we could serve drinks.

Twenty-three skidoo.

We're gonna overpower your crew and return to civilization.

Oh, this is gonna be the coolest basketball game ever.

Hey, Homer's looking down his nose at us.

Unless there was a red sticker that said sign here.

1895? Forget it.