Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's it.
He's all right, folks.
- Yeah! - I really disrespect them.
- Throw hot wax on him, Dad. - Howdy, Homer.
I wouldn't do that, Reverend.
- What kind of music do they play? - Crap-Rock?
Happy Retirement Tom
with full waffle bar privileges.
I just follow the three C's-
Chop, chop, dig, dig.
Welly, welly, welly.
Okay.
You gotta live down here, in the impulse zone.
Welcome to my world.
Oh, my stars. I can't do that.
Boring.
Blame me if you must, but don't ever speak ill of the program.
Or possibly ''scam-ola.''
I now pronounce you husbands and wives.
Oh, Gil's in a lot of trouble.
- For the last time, no. - Hello! Our ticket to freedom.
Where have you been, Neddie?
Aw, the missus will clean that up.
- Get him! Get him! - Let's get him.
No, make it a children's-
The program is rock solid. The program is sound.
Homer, they blew that up yesterday.
Oh, how are we gonna get out of this mess in an honorable and decent-
from Stinky Pants Simpson.
And I'm Mrs. Homer Simpson.
Okay, Homer, I'm ready to learn.
Hockey puck!
Then a week later we just forgot about it.