Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your sleeping pill will be my punches.
You'd need several other mothers,
We met through Dr. Hibbert at a party at Bleeding Gums Murphy's house.
No. Let's go home.
In order to save money, the following presidents will no longer be taught:
Unable to move anything but her left toe.
That flattens my soda pop. You're on.
He'll be missed. Let's move, I got to collect pine cones.
Reversal! Reversal! Clinch! Clinch, I say!
Not frisbee.
But in this sport they don't put anything in anything,
Besides, I'm a woman. He'll probably go easy on me.
And they spend all day eating bonbons and watching General Hospital.
I have trouble concentrating.
Sir, could you sign my program with a swear word?
I can do this.
I said tomorrow!
Oh, you know men-- probably at a baseball game or a bar.
but remember: Don't try this at home.
Oh, man, now she's writing cutesy things with the ribbon.
Mom, that's a beautiful thought.
There sure is a lot o' talkin' for a professional fight.