Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That'd be career suicide.

Goodbye, my love handles.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

only three percent of cases.

You, you're-a ruining my life.

I'm getting off this stuff.

The mayor in league with the mob?

Oh, uh, that's just as good.

[tires screech]

I'm sorry you don't have a husband with the willpower

[Homer chuckles]

and willing to claim you have blood sugar issues?

And you lab rats are paying us to be in it.

They offer the Bitcoin but not the Ethereum.

Stop, Homer! Stop!

Uh, refresh my memory, uh,

Oh, believe me, I know.

And while I can't see my feet,

We sit eating food, watching TV about food,

And I don't see doctors.

I doubt it still fits.

beautiful on one side and hideous on the other.

Thanks. I need to give something to my son.

It's for, um...

♪ Oh, oh, oh. ♪

Even though they live together.

Not to worry, we take the Venmo.

Good night, sweetheart.

beer's your drink, right?

Maybe you should try to get down to...

♪ Then your kidneys fall off ♪

Now it's snuggling time.

Is a happy end.

You really lost some weight.

[tires screeching]

Yeah, r-right there, that's it.

So we can look eternally young like the Real Housewives,

I no longer crave alcohol.

Yeah, by the way, Marge,

Why is it so expensive?

That drug really works.

A calming butterscotch?

You're kidnapping my husband?