Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lisa, I have news about Bart.
Why not?
after three consecutive life sentences,
You have a Superman tattoo on your arm.
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Oh, this is the last time I hunt with my lawyer.
Avert your eyes, ma'am.
Where is my son?!
it's consoling distraught parents.
Who's it by?
We already know.
You know, with dignity.
Hello?
What did you come here for?
♪ Give me back my tomahawk... ♪
Where am I?
and ponder a wasted life as I walk along the shore.
Uh, it's...
Ma'am? Ma'am?
Try me.
How to break you?
Oh, Bob, how thoughtful of you to call.
So, uh, I guess that's checkmate.
♪ It's a song of a popinjay, ♪ ♪ bravely born ♪
All right, listen up. We have a boy-comma-missing,
I came to comfort you in these uncertain times.
I think I'll open a flower shop.
and you maggots... you're gonna help find him.
Where's Bart?
A phone?! Please.