Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...a shoot-them-up, splatter-fest from the Hollywood cookie cutter.

You may not remember me. I mooned for rebuttal.

-We've an opening on the debate team. -Arguing?

-So? -And I tutor part-time.

Lost a few. There's plenty more where that came from.

Boy, you don't gain a pound.

Go for the dented car, the dead-end job, the less attractive girl!

I'll take that as a compliment. Will you go out with me? Say oui.

Here's a brainless scene.

I'll rent a limo! I'll buy you a corsage!

Me? I'm gonna drink a lot of beer and stay out all night!

I met this girl, Marge, and I wanna force her to like me.

Who needs that? I'm never going to England. Let's smoke.

Once you stop this car, I'm gonna hug you and kiss you...

Just ask Coach Flanagan. And ask Mr. Seckofsky and Barney Gumble!

Ladies pinch. Whores use rouge.

Couldn’t we just use rouge for this? Ladies pinch, whores use rouge.

-I didn't think it'd burn so fast. -It's the paper.

Bart! You may be telling this one day if something breaks.

Wait a second, is that a bong? You have asthma? All right, move along.

I reached step one. She knew I existed. The problem was, she didn't care.