Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yarrrrr Rye don't know what I'm doin'

You want fries with that?

Aha! Aw. Twenty dollars.

It's what separates us from the animals-- except the weasel.

[ Whimpering ] D'oh.

" [ Strumming ]

- [ All Shouting, Indistinct ] - [ Homer] Let go of my hand!

Me when... Butthurt haters are spouting nonsense

The Foul Stench of Loss is Upon Us

Steve Huffman's brain: Wait! Are you sure that's how this sort of thing works? Steve Huffman: Shut up brain, or I'll stab you with a q-tip.

Be in the game but not of the game.

Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-tip.

" New York, New York "

until you learn that hair is not a right-- it's a privilege.

- [ People Chattering ] - Shh!

You know, it is cougar season, and those things don't mess around.

I stole it from that Borgnine guy.

- Oh, cool. A ''spork.'' - Don't hurt me!

[ Campers ] Yeah.

You must cherish it. Seize the day!

Huh? Oh, look. Cramper’s Pampers. Ha-ha

[ Thinking ] Oh, no. Me bring Homer on a rafting trip?

[ Whimpering ] D'oh.

We're done-didilly-dodilly done-didilly-dodilly done-didilly-dodilly done--

- [ Explosion ] - [ Cheering ]

- [ Squeaking ] - [ Gasps ] It's so thick!

Fuck you fuck you Why fuck you fuck you

Two Caucasian males out of money in Sector 4.

Ah. The last peanut--

Well, sir,just apply a smidgen of peanut butter to an ordinary pine cone...

[ Coughs ] Whoa! That's good Squishy.

- [ Groans ] - But I'm supposed to--