Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Call your lawyer!
(shrieks)
Hmm? Hmm.
We need a picture of something sad.
to get out of KP duty.
I'd get it if you were great at sports,
and have you call my father's stories cool!
(sputters) That is patently untrue.
(both grunting)
(groans)
Well, his room is paid up for the next two weeks.
His stories are so cool, but disturbing.
(Bart grunts)
Heh. Nothin' builds character
Welcome to our pop-up sleepover.
Must you hit every bump?
(grunting)
Ooh, this is my son Calvin.
(Calvin coughs)
Felicitous greetings on this day to you.
It's my blend of secret ingredients,
Drive away. Don't look back.
Dang it, Homer. Do you think I'm made of seconds?
Wow, that was harsh.
he gives the host my name,
We have to top ourselves.
We got ten minutes until his eyedrops wear off.
When we check in at a restaurant,
BLYTHE: As Abe vibrated past,
- (beeps) - I fell out of the senior van and I'm lost...
to throw the greatest slumber party ever?
(scoffs)
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