Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not done yet, Marge.
I want my last hours of family life to be happy ones.
-Where do you wanna go? -Anywhere but hamburgers or pizza.
Let's get some worms.
-The second is anger. -Why, you little--!
I don't believe I've tried the flying fish roll.
From now on, I vow to live life to its fullest!
Give me a neat break. Give me a neat break.
I want him in my office at 9:00, Monday morning.
It was on my list with a lot of other things I didn't get to do today.
Want me to cut out this infernal racket?
-Have you thought of what to tell them? -Nothing, it'll just upset them.
...and there, and any place you're bleeding. There.
Oh, boy! This fish is delish!
Your progress astounds me. I'll leave you two alone.
I'll try this little pink one here.
Come on, pal. Fugu me!
-Not fugu. If it's cut improperly-- -Yes, it's poisonous, maybe fatal.
Hope that didn't scare you. Maggie, you're grown-up now.
Two. One. Bing!
"Have man-to-man with Bart."
We'll see who eats whose shorts.
-Is Seymour there? Last name Butts. -Just a sec.
I'd like to dedicate this song to my wife, Patty.
Poison. Poison. Tasty fish!
Oh, good!
-You're alive! -I'm alive!
-...in the backyard. -No.
...tear off some little squares and stick one there...
You are? Hey, Homer, go to the window. Hey, neighbor! I can see you!
You son of a--!