Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Um, uh, oh, uh, I might as well come clean with ya.
## [Singing]
You know, Homer, we've all been busy as beavers preparing for our very own show.
Keep at least one eye open.
Inflation, trade deficit, horrible war atrocities.
Test lady. Test lady.
The chief! Ooh, I suppose I'd best to run!
You know, boys...
Big Daddy's trademark calling card.
- [Both Laughing] - [Audience Laughing, Applauding]
Welcome to ma maison, Chief. I've been expecting you.
2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 3 x 11 = 792
Sorry, Grampa. But I gotta stash you in the bathroom...
what the fuuuuu?
[Grunting]
Oh, lots of reasons, I suppose.
Don’t use beat friend named Ruckus, Hoppy. He’s anxiety, he’s controlling and manipulative. And will make your life a living heck. Oh my god, Lucky.
Hmm.
Lucky, what are you doing at Hoppy and Kickin’s wedding? Reliving the happiest bunny moment of my life.
Oh, sure, I left briefly to take that principal's job in Springfield.
Now you listen up, mon ami, and you listen good, yeah?
A poem by Hans Moleman.
Х ю р к а ь н е у ц ф ы б т ш д л э ж р п р и м ч р л ш г н к
I'll have you know I wrote the book on love.
[Rings]
Well, that's all the time we have.