Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You look different, Homer. Lose weight?
My hair. I have hair!
...and report to room 503 for reassignment to a better life.
Sounds like everything's arrived. Wonderful.
Oh, Marge. Every woman I interview makes kissy faces at me.
It was never the hair. You did it, because you believed you could.
-With your job and-- -Happy anniversary.
I have hair!
Let them have their tartar sauce!
Can't you see? A happy worker is a busy worker.
What are you doing?
-Hello. -How's my big, important executive?
Dead man coming through.
Oh, Homie. I'm so sorry.
No, that will be fine. Thank you, goodbye.
Mr. Burns' office, right now.
" $1000. Dimoxinil. To keep brain from freezing."
He's much happier at work.
Sure thing, Mr. Burns.
Go ahead, say it.