Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy cries "wolf," has a few laughs. I forget how it ends.
Chauffeur. Seamstress. Curator of large mammals?
I guess my Swahili's not as good as yours.
- [ Groans ] - [ Growling ]
Are you kidding? I work like a Japanese beaver.
Mothballing Your Battleship and Dig Your Own Grave and Save.
- Ow! - Too close.
Don't worry Mam I'm putting you where the action is.
The rest of that night is something I'd like to forget.
####[Man Singing Pop]
[Bell Ringing]
Oh, no need for alarm.
Oral thermometer, my eye!
"Thou shalt not horn in on thy husband's... racket."
Mr. Tom Jones.
With the departure of Mr. Marley...
Do you have dropsy? The grippe?
Curator of large mammals?
Get out of my head Hit binnish people
[ Clicking ] Shove it, witch. [ Barking ]
[ Nervous Chuckle ] Oh, yeah. Hmm.
- Did you see the bubble? - Yeah, I'm afraid the whole west side of your house is sinking.
Oh, that's right. He's dead. And rather pungent.
- Wait a minute. - you'll need corrosion-resistant metal stucco lath.
Twice you were sleeping and once you were kicking that ball of electrical tape around.
- Come on, Homie. Let's go before he fires you too. - No!
Sorry, the position has been filled.
Forget it, Marge. We already live together.
Don't worry, Smithers. I'm putting you where the action is.
Well, you could give them healthier snacks, theme days--
just because it's my party," eh? [ Scoffs ]
told ya granny lawrie i have to take granny raelene snell back to her retirement village. (drops raelene in wheelchair) (wheelchair drops) done! thanks dear for letting me know. too much vodka that's what it can do to ya.