Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

by the happiest people in the world: writers.

Turn that hippie crap off!

Except for those two dudes I saw gettin' hitched.

You'll regret it.

I ain't no great man, like Bob Seger or Haystacks Calhoun.

Rich maple color, good swirl.

Then you offered to take me fishing,

to a aprilto dmay he rap all day

Now that we're friends, how come you never call?

Eh, some jerk makin' a prank call with a gag name: "Tom Wolfe."

You're hired! Now that you're hired, you're fired!

Oh, hey, Homer.

and like a stumblebum chump, I dared to hope.

Moe, you're a heartless jerk.

Ooh, you fight like Anne Rice.

Hello. Oh, hey, Milhouse.

I'd like that. I'd like it a lot.

So, uh, any of you wetnaps write that?

But you shattered my dreams like a Duff tall boy in a bar brawl,

I'd really appreciate it, though I'd never admit that.

I must know how you came up with that brilliant title,

My brain-goo's comin' out all artistical, thanks to you.

No one makes my daughter sob and run.

And bring me an Advil! What do you mean you don't work for me?!

Well, it's not fair when Moleman uses his replacement legs.

In my dream I eat corn with my eyes."