Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a twisted version of reality.
-(bullets ricocheting) -SELMA: Kang.
You're changing bodies so much,
I'm pregnant. Mmm.
Homer Simpson, welcome to Heaven.
(Marge grumbles)
ANNOUNCER: Well, sir, it's fourth down and goal to go.
We're gonna make out.
Dad! You could be Superintendent Chalmers,
It is you !
-Partner? -Writing partner.
(shrieks) Callback!
The funeral leftovers were so good.
How do you know my name?
What do we do?
He doesn't have to be perfect.
(chanting): Choke, choke, choke!
Yo.
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Because of new school rules, from now on, Bart gets all A's.
It must be killed. It bears the mark of the beast.
but, uh, none of them has shown up yet.
What do you want?
Tempting, but no.
Damn you...!
And eat that tub of lasagna I have in the refrigerator?
Girls are afraid to use them,
Give yourself a purple nurple.
(moaning)
-I'm very thirsty. -Ew.
I can heal you.
and we used to go down to...
screams)
Okay, here's the secret.
He said, "Purpler."