Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, sure! Whatever you want.
Can't you read the sign?
Jeez, she doesn't seem angry or anything...
to the store, for store credit.
You, invited me, to your tree house?
Wo-ho! Pizza for breakfast!
Oh, I can't believe Marge hasn't called me!
Can we do a duet?
Just kidding.
Don't call me mother, my name is mom.
Homie, no!
Hey! You..
And, err, make it flat.
Mom, I mean it.
And people say when we're on stage,
Forget about her, Homer!
trying to get me make pizza for breakfast?
Oh my little pretty one, my pretty one,
'Cause a hundred bucks says he could whoop you in arm wrestling.
He is my son.
It makes our real house look like a pile of crap!
Gun it comin' off the line Sharona