Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My story is still being written.
[Flanders] If I eat these, and don't share them...
Now, make with the Our Father.
He's not dead. He's not dead!
My story ends now?
Uh, my friends and neighbors--
doesn't mean... [coughs]
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
What? No. Never. What?
-Is there any word? -'Fraid not.
♪ Yeah! ♪
♪ He's now a jolly good fellow ♪
Gia, Mia, Pia, Tia, Zia,
At least I can say goodbye.
He don't speak the good English or nothing,
[speaking Portuguese]
so we can talk about our great future.
With Springfield's years of failure at sports, the arts,
with my mouth full of matzah.
But just thinking about it also means I've sinned. Hmm.
♪ And roll me to the stars ♪