Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The only people who are going to be freaked out are our stockholders!

- Come on, guys. - Forget the clubs.Just shoot 'em.

It was your mother's job to name ya and love ya and such.

- Yes, but-but the poncho- - Please, Homer...

Great. I'll go shoot myself for bringing this up.

Well, it's their loss, sir.

- Line? - Nuclear power.

2 x 2 x 11 x 31 = 1364

I didn't choose to be a gifted actor, Marge. It chose me.

and its spirit long since extinguished...

Let old HomerJay set things right.

- Oh, Lord. - What's in your brand-new bag, mama?

Hey, Dad, it says they need your full name.

we can have a nice father-son chat.

Thanks for the tip, Homer.

Willie, you complete me.

I think you've had too much strawberry wine.