Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, your mother's not pregnant, is she?

Well, I'm not gonna make the same mistake.

[Tires Screeching]

Uh-huh? Half a brain, huh?

- Help! Help, help! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! - Get him!

You can't tell me what to do. You can't tell me what to do.

Remember what I told you.

- You know, Homer, it's very easy to criticize. - Fun too.

He's quite a little dancer

- Oh, man. - Do it.

From now on, I'm gonna work you like a dog. Now go fetch me 20 laps.

My car broke down.

Son, you can do anything you want.

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- Mom, please! We're eating. - Well, at least I'm making conversation.

Sqizz, I like your hustle. That's why it was so hard to cut you.

We're in the championship! Way to go, team.

Okay, Simpson, you're blocking for me on this play.

Okay, gentlemen, I want you to raise your hand when you hear the tone.

Well, Bart, it looks like it's just you and-

Well, I got news for you, mister!

It must have been you. You've quit every job you've ever had-

Now let's bring on the men!

Okay, it's time for the easiest part of any coach's job- the cuts.

Such a setting does not exist. I think you must have dreamt it.

Sounds like you need some... first aid.

Ah, you got lucky, Flanders!

And the season hasn't even started yet.