Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Milhouse. You can do it.
(rats squeaking)
¶ Riding all alone ¶
(both moaning)
He's so lonely.
Don't shoot at the van. Shoot at the driver.
(groans)
We'd better go.
(static crackles)
Fine.
I'm very thirsty
(gasps) It's you!
Mmm.
That's all right.
(all sigh happily)
my principal's boss.
Congratulations! It's a boy.
The baby is making us kill ourselves.
Crazy?! Am I?!
AHH! Power Rangers Super Megaforce!
Oh, we're using the "L" word, huh?
(sucks on pacifier)
Now, don't freak out, but it's me, your husband Homer.
This is the cool season.
This is too creepy. I want something else.
Oh, there's a six-month waiting list to be a pig.
(roaring)
¶ ¶
Why do you know to say my name?
But the paramedics couldn't lift your corpse,