Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sir, we're two minutes from landing at the billionaire's retreat.
(SCREAMING)
(MUK MU SPEAKING ESKIMO LANGUAGE)
I am asking you to save your souls!
(CONTENTEDLY) Mmm-hmm.
A European union? Good heavens.
(QUIETLY) And this time, no screw-ups.
Mmm-hmm.
Now without further ado, let's get ready to referendum!
Silence! Now let's make some noise for everyone's favorite basketball team,
Well, whatever. Brace yourself.
Wait a minute! Someone crunch the numbers!
(SPITTING)
Smithers, turn away!. That'll kill you. That'll kill you. That's going to kill you. That shall kill you. That will kill you. That is going to kill you.
Get off my face!
- (SNORTS) Knew it. - Seven...
(MR. BURNS GULPS)
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Your bees will have plenty of room in this old greenhouse.
- You don't? - Heavens no.
Hmm. I'm not sure. Let me check.
What? The Archduke is dead?
(CROWD BOOING)
But, Dad, bees pollinate flowers.
He's only worth $996,036,000!
Ah! My favorite week of the year.
(ALL EX CLAIMING)
Dad, we have to do something! All the bees are dying!