Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Something was said…
If I wanted to see a man eat an orange, I would have taken the orange-eating class.
Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out-out-out-out-out-out-out!
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
- Buh. - Snuh.
One way to drive your man wild...
That always melts her butter, right? Heh, heh, heh.
Look, Dad. I missed you so much, I couldn't concentrate in school and I got an ''F.''
All right, brain. It's all up to you.
- [ Scraping On Blackboard ] - [ Students Protesting ]
My whole class is here. They're going to observe the human peep show...
Ooh, she's gotta have it.
could possibly ever need you.
- Homer! - I'm outta here. - Me too.
I've created a replacement that's superior to her in almost every way.
[ Students Muttering ]
Something was wrong. Not correct. Something was wrong. Not correct.
Hey, this is dated two weeks ago.
Uh-- [ Smacks Lips ] Hmm.
I'm very flattered, but I'm not really interested.
It’s alright. I teach retards!
I don’t care about your hot work’s permit
OKAY, ANDREW. THINGS WERE SAID. MISTAKES WERE MADE.
I can tell the difference between butter and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
Oh, good. Reverend Lovejoy will make Marge take me back.
We are under attack by the Zorrinid brain changers.
LADY AND THE TRAMP I DID KNOW WE COULD DO THAT
What the heck was that lab fee for?
Look at the way they admire and adore him.
Marge, I didn't tell 'em personal stuff.
Sheesh. I come here, I get dressed up all nice-like...
Um, I was married once, but, uh, I just didn't know how to keep it together.