Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's all his fault.
-You fell for it! -Homer...
Remember my saving your lives when we pass the collection plate.
Not that I'd want his odor of sour defeat pressed against me.
All right.
The look on your face. It's priceless!
S is for Sheldon
...with a fake fly in my drink.
Grampa, Mom forgot to give you this.
I also understand bowling.
He drinks out of the carton. He never changes the baby.
Next time put a little alcohol in it.
-I want to hear your witty banter. -You can't have fun in bed.
If she sticks her finger in a socket, here.
-That was our wedding! -Oh.
Yep, General Sherman. They say he's 500 pounds of bottom-dwelling fury.
Can't we just forget it and go to church?
Doggone it!
-You're a little monkey, aren't you? -Yes, sir.
-What do I do to be a good guy? -Get back in bed.
. .
-Put a record on. -What are their names?
-Do that cute thing you do. -What?
-Any chicks over 8? -Not yet, but the afternoon is young.
...and head for the arcade.
-Homer! You promised. -That I wouldn't eat? Never. You lie.
That cannon of yours is against regulations!