Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, this is all right
And throw them the swinging-est soiree they've ever seen!
A lemon version of barley-ade? When in Springfield...
Ja. She has the same beautiful face as my Great-Uncle Magnus
(HOMER HUMMING)
What are you barleyjacks waiting for? Get in here!
Men, our negative energy has been harnessed
Dad, you mean "xenophobia."
And where does that barley come from? Our neighbor to the southeast, Ogdenville,
Does that mean you still like milk and hugs?
and their mythology is rich and enchanting.
(STOMACH CONTINUES GRUMBLING LOUDLY) Uh-oh.
Wait a minute! You're selling barleyjack booze?
(SNEEZING STRANGELY)
- You won't regret this, sir. - You hear that, Bart? He called me "sir."
A little lingonberry oil under the tongue will clear it right up.
who would agree to do our job for the adrenaline rush
Well, where there's barley, there's rats, you know.
Just hold my head and say soothing things.
I hired Thor Bjorn here to kill some moles in my garden,
who's filling in for frances provost? merlyn gilbert.
How could you, Moe?
before all these immigrants showed up.