Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Remember, it's Bi-Mon-Sci-Fi-Con.

Oh, yeah. Well, see the thing about that is-

Really? Would you say I was magnetic?

Oh, what are you gonna do, call your godfather, huh?

- Mr. Hamill. Mr. Mayor. Come on. - Who are you?

Well, the good children of Springfield need their milk, and I need my-

ONE MORE! 47! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

- Bart, would you go start Daddy's car? - Homer!

Never mind that. Just go patrol the perimeter.

Roger Corman's Titanic.

You call yourselves bodyguards? You're fired!

Take him. He's the one you want.

Oh, God. Can't this town go one day without a riot?

Rats? I'm outraged. You promised me dog or higher.

I twisted my ankle. You guys go on without me.

Okay. We'll call it even.

Relax, you're in good hands. Now, come on. I'll pull you up.

Hey, wait. I saw that Lost In Space movie. You are not Dr. Smith.

No, he doesn't. Trains are regulated by the federal Department ofTransportation.

No, no. I truly do want to stay home with the- wife.

- If there is, I don't wanna know about it. - Oh, dear. Oh, my!

Be there and be square.

But I'm just here to kill-

Hey, pal, that's my head shot up there next to the pepper steak...

You're forgetting. You've got the best bodyguard in the business.

How many of you have ever dreamed of being in that movie?

that you- Mayor Quimby?

Yeah, you should see the hospital.

Those wacky gangsters. What are you gonna do?

Oh, the pain, the pain. The pain of it all.

These melons represent your protectees.

So as the rats' milk returns to the sewers, the circle of life is complete

We're safe now, Clarice. We made it away from that cursed ship.

Mark Hamill, Alf...