Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tell me about the fair.

The citizens, blissfully unaware of the molten danger, sleep on their

- Punch. - Punch.

- All right, that's it. - Get out.

- Bowl of Cole slaw? - Yes.

Moltar, what are you doing?

Any parting wishes for the galaxy?

Cindy, what kind of men do you like?

You're so important over there with that keyboard and everything

Why do fresh daffodils always make me cry?

Then we'll have to scramble around and try to make this seem funny.

- - - Must stop speaking Latin.

This guy needs a good punch in the mouth, if you ask me.

I like a man that's, you know, a man, but real down to earth,

Listen. That's a guitar.