Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ginger, cayenne... Wicked cleanse, pal.
(GASPS) Three balls.
for the Irish mob.
Look around, son.
Class is about to start.
(MARCHING BAND PLAYING)
But no. No, no. That's crazy!
someone else will pay for it.
(BOSTON ACCENT): That was never proven, you Springfield screw-job.
Xavier butlers connelly
Wait.
Out of my way, ladies. You're blocking my shot.
Ah, it's like heaven for people who don't believe in heaven.
Unlike the six-time Mega-Bowl champion Boston Americans.
Mwah! (SMOOCHES)
doctors, innovators, philanthropists.
The Combat Zone.
Hold on, wait.
- me guess me? - sort me!
Me belle of the ball.
Come on, baby, we could never escape our problems
♪ I'm shipping up to Boston ♪
Dead!
11 x 769 = 8459
(GULPS)
Mm, so many doctors.
They're tippin'!
you never would have warned anybody.
That hat! Your head!
(BOSTON ACCENT): Kid, mind the cart!
(LAUGHTER)
(TO "CHARGE" FANFARE): ♪ Pot-pop-pot-pot pot pies! ♪
People think Boston's all Southies and hooligans.
Is it?
BOTH: Ooh.
Which is why I must show you the error of your ways,
But not stupid progressive.
None of the usual pain in my knees, back,