Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

1895? Forget it.

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

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

Where's that kid with my latte?

I think we might have termites.

Twenty-three skidoo.

Other people have to confess too, you know.

Unless there was a red sticker that said sign here.

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

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

Ugh. Bread tastes like clothes.

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

This is great television.

If we formed a club, we could serve drinks.

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

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

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