Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-He doesn't have any money. -Okay.
(sighs) Here's the sad truth about me.
Oh, not this game.
Wow, that's beautiful.
She's got a boyfriend?
So, I really like ya, and I was wondering,
Wait. I can't let you go like that.
-Whuh? -I think I'll build a tavern.
(with Ohio accent): What do you mean?
All right, boy. I'm gonna find out
Boom-chaka-laka!
if that Van Houten is a butcher.
What about Moe? That poor, lonely man.
There's a white wine? I mean, yeah!
Let's try this place. It looks cute.
Ana, what about you?
She's working at the Russian Tea Room in Ogdenville.
You take her to dinner, nice and romantic.
D.J. Kirk, let's get this party rockin'.
Moe's Tavern. Moe speaking.
I'll head directly to Moe's.
Well, I thought it was a crack house.
No. No, no, no.
-(customers groan) -Outrageous!
She won a Tony tearing me apart, yet I left humming the songs.
-Finally. -Vegetable oil!
(slurred grunting)
when your grandfather's nursing home is full of them?
¶ As the day I was born. ¶
because, uh, I got something real important to say.
I mean, I'm just your bartender, right?