Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(humming)
That is fantastic.
beneath my crusty exterior is some sweet apple pie,
Closure. Disclaimer:
She had a hard‐to‐remember birthday.
She hogged the blankets something awful.
Thank you for trying.
There's no reliable way I'll ever know.
Not funny, Bart.
Aw.
So one day I set out on my own.
I went to the guidance counselor.
It wasn't a dream. I was there.
Ah, what's she doing here?
It didn't help.
‐looked just like this... ‐(gunfire)
(distorted): Wait right there.
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(both growling)