Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're right. There.
-Nice hair, Mom. -I thought we were making real progress.
Go, Mr. Burns.
I just trampled this poor sap's flower bed.
So I've made us an appointment with Dr. Marvin Monroe.
Hey!
And won't that be wonderful, Homer?
Oh, for the love of Peter. That's all anybody brought.
No. We're going to say grace first.
Room for one more.
One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us.
Oh, but that was just--
- What's gotten into Bobo? - I got some wieners in my pocket.
- A couple beers would be nice, though. - Two bucks, boys.
Huh? What?
- Now we can go home and act normal. - What do you mean?
Don't correct the man, Brat. Oh, boss, look what we brought-- gelatin desserts.
electric generator.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Marge!
Dr. Marvin Monroe's Family Therapy Center.
- Bart! - Come on, family.
- Yea! - Oh, Homer, we love you.
That's the only time he's ever spoken to me without using the word "bonehead."
Yea!
What's-a matter, Homer? Bloodiest fight of the year.