Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think it's a champagne glass Jacuzzi.
Where is it?
- No, Homer, no. - I got you.
(grunting)
(both sobbing)
"Since 1943,
Run! Run! I can't hold him much longer!
you're not sneaking up on anyone.
Yes! A matchbook!
He can wear it with the diamond brooch he buried last week.
We got to do an intervention.
(humming "Pretty World")
have given up on romance.
Hmm?
It's...
I hope you have what we have someday.
Homer.
You won the school raffle
Destroyer of our planet!
(humming a tune)
Aw, damn it.
Marge...!
Oh, who am I kidding? I'm marbled.
Ooch. Ooh. Rough bark.
♪ I know together we can make a pretty world ♪
And I think it's sweet
(both scream)
(crunching)
(moans) What does the skid want?
- Find a sapling. - Or we could do this.