Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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