Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nope, this is the real me.

This boy has scope.

Everybody else had turkey and dressing.

I told you he was a country boy.

Excuse me, but before I forget, I'd like to add a little something to the savings account Granny started for the baby.

The name's Homer, ma'am.

Ain't nothing official yet between Ellie and Eb.

Granny, he was born so far out in the country that the sun used to set between his house and town.

We're having sow belly and dandelion greens and goat tripe.

Dash, Rip Rock, convince the Klamath that he's a country boy.

Well, I will be as soon as Jed Clapper transfers his 80 million to Hootersville.

He might become violent again.

You see... Hello?

Please tell me what you're trying to do.

It's impossible.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Drucker.

At my age, I'm looking for more than...

Yeah, I just wanted to tell you, Abba's run away from the farm.

You are now Homer Noodleman, the Peoria plowboy.

I'll give you a nice big plate of sowbelly greens and goat tripe.

Hold it, Granny.

Take your own bath.

He didn't like the way I tucked him in the corners when I made his bed.

Is that true, Jack?

I hate to mention this, but I'm afraid you forgot this little critter.