Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ooh, please be a melon baller. Please be a melon baller.

I would never sign that.

No, Homer, no! That's our only way home.

Which reminds me, burn the leftovers. Leave nothing.

Less, less, less.

And now to wreck their precious helicopter!

They go to pieces over nothing.

Homer, your strop.

We were a tribe on another reality show, but we lost the final challenge.

Marge, I'm still not sure about this.

I'm just gonna say it.

Ha-ha-ha. That's the sound of the pelota hitting the fronton.

That's why they gave me this Taser.

- I'm a paralegal from Cleveland. - And I'm a nutritionist from Santa Fe.

This rope was woven from handlebar moustaches.

We'll just hang out in front of the house beside these garbage cans.

The show's getting boring. We're losing viewers.

The weird part is, now I can't get enough of them.

Gummy Sue, this is your lucky day. There.

Actually, it says here we're gonna see hockey.

...think like a bug, become a bug.

The tag chafed my throat.