Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What happened to your privilege?
But I feel bad leaving Mr. Burns. I'm all he's got.
and you're a tone-deaf pauper who lives in a grave.
(bell clangs)
We're really glad to have you.
Jazzy James.
Wow, Mom, you just made an F. Scott Fitzgerald reference.
Anyone with, you know, I don't know, um,
- Huh? - (laughs)
I don't want to live in a world
Bart, get in here and feel this stock.
All doors would open for Monogram Monty.
I don't know, son, I don't know.
is called "sailing."
He tried to sell me a $55 candle!
A charge plate?
Are you hearing yourself?
But they have to accept it.
Oh, it's okay, Homie.
To think, all the years I wasted without a posse.
(fanfare plays)
If you can't handle a strong female hologram, If you can't handle a strong female hologram,
And after I read it, I knew I'd jacked my last courtesy shuttle.
Simpson, we must away.
This is your party.
Didn't always used to be like this. No, no.
of rowing across the water and crashing that party.
That's for my... (chuckles)
So, hey, hi.
Tell me, where can I find our host?
It don't matter, just splatter the batter.
Welcome, honored guests.
If you don't, Mr. Jay G will release the hounds.
- How do I smell? - (sniffs)
Now, almost drop me.
Now, that's sustainable!
♪ This is where your money went ♪
And now the show he stoled the cow
Lisa's got a rich boyfriend,
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Jay G is the best producer in the world
paid for by rich husbands
♪ Now watch me as my fingers tent ♪
(gulps, honks)
Even I'm baffled by the toilet payment system.
Are you Montgomery Burns, the despised billionaire?
It's happening. It's happening.
Peach, berry, cherry,
Just because your father has money
Does that mean anything?
sipping hot buttered rum in a ski chalet
I've got a granny in Atlanta who custom bakes them just for me.
It was the final rung.
But there was a hole in me that even a thousand pans
We flipped the script.
$100,000 feels like a lot of money.
what if we throw a classic shindig
and go to work at, well, the sexiest nuclear plant on Earth.
Jazzy James and Hate Squad,
Mm, that lazy Smithers is probably
HOMER: I told you this guy would come back.
Ow. That stings.
Hey, if there's no more money, we'll take
(bicycles squeaking)
Someone else is having a party across the bay.