Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Spell your name.
That's the last time you'll slap your Willie around.
Shelbyville, Ogdenville...
- Ow! - Come on, Seymour.
Bart's digging us out!
- Is open. - Ohh!
Back in 'Nam, I could command respect.
Hey, look how much Skinner makes.
I'm more worried about Al's jacket.
- Yes, sir. - We're fine then.
I fixed the DVD.
But one collapse, and presto- you've got a snow casket.
I don't know. Internet?
Bring me my ranch dressing hose!
Ignore her, Effendi. We have each other.
We must run away now! No more MAVTV for you, Oh!
Ooh!
Huh?
I'll never win this alone.
I don't like the sound of that "class-three."
Huh?