Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Now, I'm not a fancy, human lawyer

Now, I'm not a fancy, big-city lawyer-

Wellity, wellity, wellity

- Ginger's my wife. - Are you sure? Oh, rats.

First of all, I get five dollars a day, plus expenses.

- More booze? - Oh, yeah. Two more of these, please.

Our husbands are trying to ditch us.

- Where do you want me? - On the ''X.''

Or whatever's good for you. I don't care.

Well, it's about time you two woke up.

Can the poems, it's arse-whipping time!

Wow. You can't find this stuff anywhere.

Oh, that's so horrible! I need to hide my tail. I must turn into a human immediately.

Okay, you're saying that Ned and me married you two.

- Senior citizens' discount. - ''Senior citizen''? Flanders?

Watch and learn.

Oh, Lord, what should I do?

- You threw it out the- - Never mind.Just pay attention.

Some people like chunky peanut butter, some like smooth.

will be demolished to make way for a casino-themed family hotel.

I can see typing but I don't see voting

Don Rickles zinged you, Marge.

And for you, Ned?

Uh, do I have to be gang-probed?

Welcome to the Homer Simpson Program.

Now, I'm going to pass this around a second time.

Never a dull moment, huh, Homer?

Oh, look at this place.

All right! Here comes the implosion.

- Wellity, wellity, wellity. - Stop that!

Friday before vacation