Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wellity, wellity, wellity

No hablo ingles, senor.

What's your secret, Flanders? Goat placenta? Monkey sweat?

and a daily dose of vitamin church.

Chop, chop, dig, dig. Chop, chop, dig, dig.

Well, hello, Little birdies. Ai You Ya

- Seems fair. - And I'll need your signature...

- Yoo-hoo! - Oh, those awful women want their omelets.

Well, of course. It-

Would you rather tell Maude the truth?

If he's not careful, his scooter could roll right down that ramp.

Relax. I called her from the gas station.

I conquered my fears and I made up for a lot of lost living.

- Flanders, what's your birthday? - Oh, leave me out of this, Homer.

Oh, God! Lay down. Lay down.

It's my sad duty to rat out this man for defrauding a car wash.

The waffle bar is closed.

Hey- Lance Murdock.

Because we love them,jackass.

- Mm-hmm. I'm working on that. - Ned, no!

Now, it's of critical importance that you don't-

Now, how about a drink?

Well, you may be a bit cautious, but what's wrong with that?

It could be when you least expect it.