Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So if nobody minds, let's just quietly run out the clock.

[ Groans, Gasps ] I dreamt it was the last day of school.

[ Chortles ] Sorry, folks.

And Krusty's autobiography was self-serving with many glaring omissions.

All right. That's it.

Aye, sir. Eh, you silk-wearing buttercup!

All right! That's it!

until it blew up.

Aah, this has more zing.

Krusty looks fat.

- [ Engine Starts ] - Phew. Never mind.

I trust you all remembered to bring in your implements of destruction.

Marge, am I crazy or is my back getting hairier?

And with no false modesty, you're lookin' at one happy camper.

I am Mr. Black, your head counselor.

Now, quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.

(Bart Simpson groaning and gasping) I seem to dream it's the other last, final day of school. (Bart Simpson groaning and gasping) I seem to dream it's the other last, final day of school.

It now goes, "D," "B," "A," "C."

You Wanna Go To Flint Tomorrow, We're Not Going To Flint Tomorrow

Bellingham is coming

[Marge's Voice] We miss you terribly.

Seymour Skinner Seymour Skinner

You're vultures! Where were you when I sang at Farm Aid?

Until You Turn Eighteen, I Make The Decisions!

and I can say without hyperbole...

See? I told you Krusty would come. just like I said.