Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Hi, Lisa. -Hey, Ralph.
And if Todd wins, you have to mow my lawn! And do a decent job for once.
It's times like this that I'm thankful...
If Bart wins tomorrow, you have to mow my lawn.
-We can't afford all this. -We're just borrowing them.
I feel like I've violated Matthew 19: 19.
The basis of this game is simple geometry. Just hit the ball here.
...and how glorious it will be when you and Charlene destroy him.
-Steak will make him logy. -What won't make him logy?
He's perfect. Perfect in every way.
Hey, neighbor. The Lord's given us a beautiful day, huh?
Absolutely.
There's Homer Simpson. What a perfect opportunity to follow up on my letter.
-This is intense, isn't it? -My knees are shaking...
Morning! By the way, the tournament is today. And you'd better win.
You heard the lady, Homer. So please mow quietly. Genius at work.
Keep your head down. Follow through.
Forgive this Brit for crying, but this is the most stirring display...
...Dad has almost no interest in everything I do.
Say, Simpson, I've got some time-release granules...
Bless you, Reverend.
Reminds me of my old fraternity days.
I'm just gonna walk around the block to calm down.
"May the best man win." The loser's mating call.
You both have to sign? I hope blood isn't necessary.
"Dear Neighbor...."