Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We never danced the hootchy-koo either.
One Fish, Two Fish Blow Fish, Blue Fish
Hey, everybody. I wanna Seymour Butts!
Move, you hunk of junk! Gotta make up for lost time!
Not bad. Interesting!
Oh, Miss Krabappel, your hair smells so...
Moe's Tavern. Birthplace of the Rob Roy.
-Come here, boy. -Oh, man.
Poison! What should I do? Tell me quick!
The blood will hold it on your face.
-You little-- -It was like that when I got here!
Oh, Homer.
-The fun never stops here, does it? -No, sirree bob!
When we're intimate?
Homer? Homer?
-That sounded like an order. -I pay my taxes. They pay your salary.
He's alive! Homer! Homer, wake up!