Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And wound that Mr. Smithers. Out of my way.
Washbasin fresh. That funk must be coming from one of the classrooms.
That's odd. I don't have a secretary.
what about you?
I’d like to hear from Danielle!
And I'm too superstitious to take the one at the cemetery.
...for the very first time, here's our top student, Lisa Simpson.
I call this enemy... the sun.
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Arrrg, Once, when I was sailing around the Arctic...
These fumes aren't as fun as beer. Sure, I'm all dizzy and nauseous...
Blast it!
That's odd. Mr. Smithers left his jacket behind.
You know those guitars that are like plagiarized guitars, you know
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! Look out! Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! Look out!
And you will fall into line. Now!
Lisa has told me all your students are as bright and dedicated to jazz as she is.
Almost sexual isn’t it Smithers