Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Are you afraid to make a real bet? -No, I just--
"Dear Neighbor...."
Homer, our kids showed us something today, huh?
The unknown Bart Simpson and Todd Flanders...
Hug the rail. It won't go in, but you set up an easy deuce.
It wouldn't matter anyway The mating call of the loser
Sorry, Marge. I'm just steamed up about that jerk Flanders.
Don't backpedal. You were right.
Holy moly, it's beautiful!
-I overheard you warping Bart's mind. -And?
Newsflash, Lisa. Bart is not a horse. Eat your steak, boy.
Don’t toy with me woman
We've only been neighbors for one, two, three, four-- Eight years.
-Hi, Simpson, having fun? -What are you doing here?
-Hi, Lisa. -Hi, Mrs. Norton.
Better yet, you have to mow my lawn in your wife's Sunday dress!
Simpson, I feel silly, but what the hay?
...against one of my wife's homemade wind chimes.
And yet I feel a great sadness in my bosom."
Neddie, you're tossing. What's the matter?
Here it is: Putting.
Right. I am a pawn.
But, Bart, how can sound exist if there's no one there to hear it?
Your beer is from farther away. You and your son like each other.
...one of the most skilled 10-year-olds to ever play.