Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not joking, people. From now on there will be no talking out of turn or leaving this room.

- Maybe they'll cancel school! - Look. The sea captain's all hunkered down!

turning to sleet turning to snow...

- Is that some sort of plush novelty? - Yes, ma'am.

Plus, in the summer, he paints houses!

- Twenty-five thousand dollars a year! - Wow!

This stinks. We'll miss the Itchy and Scratchy where they finally kiss.

No! You can't go in there!

I told you no one can climb a rope. It's physically impossible.

This is terrible! How will the kids get home?

It's cold and hurt-y.

And I think that's a stagehand.

- One of which? - Exactly.

And it's open season on savings at Springfield Menswear, which is closed.

Well, better turn off that engine before those fumes put us in tombs.

And Dodi. Because these days, princesses-

That's the last time you'll slap your Willie around.

- Mau! Didi mau! - I'm getting a cramp in my wrist!

in a veritable orgasm of poor planning.

But you've kept intact my Cal Ripken-like streak of school "openage."

A storm is coming!

D'accord, on va essayer autre chose. Euh, reprenons du début. Attention. Un, deux, trois.

What?! Get this thing off me! That's it. Where are you? Okay, you're under the bed. Can't see whose. Well, there's only so many beds in this house, bear girl. I'm coming. No! Tell me if he's out there. What about now?

What are you doing in that ridiculous duffel, Seymour?

Stop! Wait! Wait! Attendez!

Yeah. As a tribute to Princess Di.

Ah, yeah, Clancy.