Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We can take whatever we want, right? - Ye-What?
Kinda.
I'm calling a cab! Good-bye, Ned!
Good food though.
Oh.
Ah! What is so wrong with you?! Ah! What is so wrong with you?!
- I don't think Maude Flanders would approve of that. - Absolutely not!
Oh, there's no explaining God's will, Roddy.
# Machine-gun rap and locomote #
Let's build it for her, Daddy.
Adults attacking orphans?
Ah, Disco Stu. Right this way.
And what the hell good are you? Beat it, you hippie!
They're from my Last Supper pie-throwing sketch.
Her pillow's stuck.
"Blessed Virgin Berry, Command-mint, Bible Gum."
- Whoa, Frank Sinatra! - For me, this is hell. You dig, pally?
Oh, uh, could you sleep on my side?
Yarr! She blows!
Or if you prefer, we also have Unitarian ice cream.
All right. I hear the mayor's arriving for the ribbon cutting.
- And no one was ever tardy. - Was I there?