Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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