Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ten percent Lycra.

- You get it... - Let go.

of destroying someone they once admired.

27 to the left and open.

Yeah, all I see is a gut with knees!

The entire city is searching for her.

Well, in that case, I'm not going, and I'm not staying.

than a rocket with a rocket up its butt.

Son, call me an ambulance.

o/~ I haven't felt this good since the Lord knows when o/~

I'll strangle you with your own hair extensions.

I don't like this one either...

You should take it.

Can you forgive me, Lurleen?

o/~ My daddy's back o/~

You're not a doormat. You're a door prize!

There's only one person in the world

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All right, what's the next case?

And Major Marge!

Gee, after all that's passed between us, I mean...

Panic not, fellow Springfielders!