Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(lisping): Why is my tongue swelling up?

I don't want to live in the non-weekend world.

to cleanse auras with a therapeutic sound bath.

Okay. Question number one: Shut up.

Glad you got that. I worried it was too subtle.

No, I smell like fried chicken.

I'll let you distribute the other half,

Ugh, your car smells like fried chicken.

Your nose is squeaky.

Yours is a blistering indictment of American consumerism.

(Grampa chuckles)

Okay, Harry Potter chapter read, pillow fluffed...

with apricot and fennel.

(whispering): Don't be rude.

You're just horribly flawed.

so I decided I would do the same.

You just need to put on your thinking cap.

We should go out on our bikes tomorrow.

Oh, Abe's moved out?

'Cause you're a party narc who ruins everybody's fun.

Ugh! Too responsible!

My dad kisses the butt you walk on.

- Oh! - (car rattles)

(straining): Tell me more.

but you're just a weird little kid.

Driest of blankets.

my room, where I keep my artifacts.

I have to explain to the box

Okay, baby, you're gonna go...

Don't be early. Bye, now.

HOMER: He thinks I'm Calvin.