Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hi, hi. - MAN: You're better than us!
(CONFUSED MURMURING)
Yes! I'm senior class president!
Isn't that right, Alfred?
Come on! That millionaire playboy?
HOMER: Sweet dreams.
Sunday's the Lord's day, boy. Not God's. Completely different guy.
Homie, you're barely eating.
COOK: Yes, I like to stir.
Wait a second. If I'd been class president like I was supposed to,
You are so... I hate you!
Something weird happened back in high school.
If he's lucky.
Dare I say secretary-treasurer?
Watch, I'll prove it. Angry nut coming through!
it's that deep down, winners like him are miserable.
Debbie, I forgot I have an English paper due on Monday.
Well, God doesn't need his own special day.
Plaques come, plaques go.
- Hey, Gail. I love your bangs. - Hi.
- Our president's a real loser! - Yeah. A loser like us!
You're telling me lies
Sweetheart, I think you'd feel better after we take a little walk.
Stanley,Do You Have A Date For The Prom Yet?"
MARGE: Oh, my God! He's talking to me!