Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(laughs)
Should've been a conversation, but okay.
-Wrong number! -(dial tone hums)
You-you wanted to see me, sir?
Hickory dickory dock, three ticks left on the clock.
Just kill me now.
(tapping on glass)
Whoa, whoa. Easy on the electric bill there, son.
Milhouse!
…the kids get confused. Why?!
No.
(groaning)
I didn't know you had psychic powers.
How'd you like me to go to a distant galaxy and never return?
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Nag, nag, nag.
(squawking)
Are you enjoying the honeymoon planet?
What do we do? What do we do?
No.
(groans)
-(phone whooshing) -Hmm.
This is my best game ever. I'm not leaving till it's done.
(whispering)
(alarm beeping over TV)
I died, and I'm inside the body of this football player.
Trapped forever?
And now to open my paycheck and see what I make.
(smacking lips)
I'm beginning to wonder if trading for this baby