Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(horn honking)
We assume you're talking about you, the Simpsons.
Moe, trust love.
Wait a minute. That car looks familiar.
I just hear those thighs scraping, scraping, scraping.
I never should've left.
♪ Damn this traffic jam ♪
Really wish I had gotten your address.
(sighs) Who am I kidding?
Well, there is a way around that.
Yeah, the factory closed, so there's lots of new drunks.
‐Murder‐suicide? ‐No.
Professor, can you get the traffic off our street?
I'm so sorry. You're great, so great,
through a quiet residential neighborhood,
And, uh, oh, the bathroom possum
(horns continue honking)
Eh, we'll see.
Hey, that looks like... (gasps)
I hated Cars 1 and 2.
You know, after all these years, I dated all these women,
(neighbors murmuring)
(Krusty groans)
or mud puddles
Hello.
Ugh. Pass.