Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...the key.
A man who got things done. Towel, Simpson.
-I haven't taught you anything! -What?
Fill out some insurance forms. Charge Dimoxinil to the company.
Well done, Simpson. Now, walk behind me.
skye krichel! you're not welcome in indian chorus nightclub! come back with sorry sharon ID or you don't come in! oh ok then i won't come back then i'm fired! good riddance! we don't deal with bad person like you skye!
Excellent. Set you to your task, Simpson.
"Here I am. Don't judge me, love me."
-Great. How much? -$1000.
It's like reals-ville, daddy-o.
Here's your $1000.
My dear, tired old Smithers. Do I detect a note of jealousy?
Boy must die!
Bismarck.
-Karl. -Now go get them, tiger.
Get a Job, you hippie!
Meeting in the board room tomorrow at 2.
Don't sit on that filthy thing one second longer.
You little--!
No, no. Stand naturally, Mr. Simpson. Let it all hang out.