Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now you're just reading the label.

‐Hello, Homer. ‐Ooh!

I ain't gonna make it.

Okay, people. Let's earn those PhDs.

Your dog bit me.

Boring. Boring.

MONA: I wrote this on the liquor cabinet so you would see it.

I seen a runaway rose like her workin' a gas 'n' go

Don't procrastinate.

I'm here to stop you, son.

you don't have to be afraid of abandonment.

which is worse than making no breakfast at all.

Deal with feelings like I taught you.

Boy, somewhere there's a hundred‐year‐old woman

(deep voice): I even miss you sometimes.

Please enter date of loss.

near the slot canyons. Who wants to know?

He's mooning me.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Press button to pay

And, Mom, although I believe Mother's Day is a B. S. holiday‐‐

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have found closure.

Abe! Put down the booze and take care of Homer.

(gunfire continues)

It's to a dog's eyes

And remember, if you get 'em to cry,

Losing your mother.

Such a beautiful moment.

Such a beautiful voice.

You sure? It's free.