Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Quickly, into the safety dome, Milbot.
Marge and I always talk things over in bed.
(SINGING) The Simpsons
You want the lint? You want the lint? You can't handle the lint!
What the hell are you talkin' about? You're the one who double-dared us.
My problem is I'm a real user of women. I move in right away and stay until the money's gone.
- [ Pings ] - You see, that ping sound means the spit was on target.
It’s alright I have a scheduled Necromunda game
Yes, Lisa. Daddy's a teacher.
uh-h-h-m...
Look. I brought you some nice pudding.
then the sweet, sweet innards.
- Ach, let's get out of here. - This is a terrible excuse for education.
- In bed? Well. - Huh? Huh? - What?
Ew. Okay. Let's get started. Uh...
I'm out. [ Groans ]
All right. Let's get our stories straight.
[ Sad Grunt ]
[ Chuckling ]
(GOBBLING LOUDLY)
Keep up the roughhousing, Son.
- [ Whispering ] - [ Giggling ]
get this-- [ Laughing ]
Uh, I mean, whoo-hoo.
Lisa, you're smart. Help me trick her into taking me back.
- Now that I'm a teacher, I've sewed patches on my elbows. - Homer...
Homer, I really don't like you telling personal secrets in your class.
Yeah. Yeah! That'll eat up some time.