Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh...
They never published my poem! "There once was a rapping tomato
Hmm.
It's like driving through cute little houses.
Pay him nothing, and run it on the cover!
Philistines
Now, I give you Moe Szyslak.
Uh, Homer, would it make you feel better if, uh, any of that hit me?
Moe, your debut poem is as refreshing as...
Ah, I wouldn't-a had none of this without you, kid.
Lisa, I'm sorry you got a bad grade on your "Moe and tell."
to any unfinished garlic mashed potatoes.
Thanks. Say, here's my digs.
God, I love this business.
Fine. I'll drive between sips.
Don't forge?
Philistines.
I sure am looking forward to my birthday fishing trip.
Because I suspect deep within you is an artist's soul.
I'm not mad at Moe anymore.
Huh?