Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

how are things down at the old schoolhouse?
Oh, my standards are just too high, you know?
Smi-thers!
Marge, I need you more than anyone else on this entire planet...
It seems she goes wild with desire if her husband nibbles on her elbow.
In another few hours I'll be dead. I can't afford to lose your trust again.
He can blanche my wiener!
[ Screams ]
Get out. What?
So, will you be lecturing from a standardized text...
It's Me Untalkative Bunny Untalkative Bunny Here
[ All Gasping, Murmuring ]
Without a strong male presence in the house, you could turn sissy overnight.
Dad, that's just a plant.
I went on for hours, and they were hanging on my every word.
Good luck, Dad.
Special present? I don't wanna wait. I want it now! I want the children to see.
Okay. Here's a set of house keys and my A.T.M. card.
a bouquet of po-- ohhh.
Okay, Marge. Things were said. Mistakes were made.
- [ Gasps ] Marge dyes her hair? - Oh, yeah.
I go to the attic and add to my ball of string.
What was it? ''Don't yell at Homer''!
''the process of removing weeds from one's garden.''
- Hey, Moe. - [ Yelps ]
[ Clears Throat ] Uh--
Eat the pudding. Eat the pudding-- [ Continues ]
is to wear tight, revealing clothes.
Homer, that's not a good thing.
[ Thinking ] Something was said. Not good.
- Today at the Kwik-E-Mart everybody knew I dyed my hair. - Oh. You mean about you.