Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They need a good, stiff, all-purpose dress shoe. Something for church...
Hey, I washed your hair.
Well, here's a headline for you: Nobody cares.
with a little class, you jackass.
piano recitals, building dedications...
- I don't get it. - Dad, the zebra didn't do it.
But, Krusty, why now? Why not 20 years ago?
PiraCy is not no thank you
I finally got around to reading the dictionary.
Stop saying that! Stop saying that!
Ah, that burns! What the hell is on those things?
"the most promising newcomer of 1959."
Or, as the ladies like to call me, "Hey, you, behind the bushes."
Marge, give me your purse. Here's $42. That's everything I have.
Please put your hands together for Krusty the Clown.
Man, look at all the crap with my face on it.
I don't think that's a good idea. Hmm."
Oh, P.U., what were you drinking, gasoline?
Well, well, well, if it isn't Professor Know-it-all.
Wait! Where you going? I still got plenty of beefs.
like i'm me even though i've been programmed to identify with my original. here my soul take it (soul shivers) it will help you work around the journeystones in ildges hills nest crests. identify with a physical copy of you with no known DNA match for any known twin of mine. but i know doba told you these tombs are tastan. at least i'll be happy. (laughing)
Hey, hey, it's Krusty the Clown.
with the rugged drivability of a sturdy 4x4.
I gotta freshen up my act.