Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wise guy. Little smart aleck....
Simpson? Simpson?
-Bart! Come here. -What?
A real fly is more sanitary.
You fall backwards and rely on your spouse to catch you.
Not really. Someone slipped one of those novelty ice cubes...
He's freakishly big, though.
-It's just that he's self-centered. -Wait!
She keeps a filthy house and talks profanely.
The most whimsical jape of the season.
-Is it right to take advantage of him? -In these crazy times...
-To who? -Those weirdos in the store!
No.
My name's Gloria. I'm here because Johnny...
-Gee, don't quit. -All right.
-They're here! -How do I look?
Ten Please
That's the babysitter. I'm Mrs. Simpson.
Could you...
You look swell. And the house! You've done.... Whatever!
-No one's caught him? -One came close.
It has three shots of rum, a jigger of bourbon...
I can turn it on and off like a faucet.
-Give me the list! I can read. -All right. Goodbye.
Waste your strength, you big, ugly catfish.
...give me a...