Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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