Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fire can be our servant...
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry we sent you on that psychotropic hayride.
[ Groaning ]
What the- Hmm?
[ Chattering ]
It's good to have the old Bart back.
No, wait. I'll make it say, ''What's a-matter, you?'' in Turkish.
[ All Gasping ]
You're not gonna start any fires, are you?
- Hmm, and maybe some cyclobenzanone? - That's a great idea!
Maybe you and I can have a night out.
[ Groaning ]
I CAN'T STOP ! [ Yells ]
like chlorhexinol, and augment that with some phenolbutamine.
Cost of paper: five cents. A mother's love: priceless.
Between Showgirl And That Seamstress. - Pipe Down!
- [ Laughing ] - Back in the lunches you go.
The fire burned through the night...
Catch!
You're probably wondering about the coat hangers.
Shut up, or I'll pound all of ya! [ Yells ]
[GIBBERISH]
Okay, so you say your son is towheaded, button nose...
[ Children Laughing ]
[ All ] Dingers! Dingers!
I don't think he has diarrhea.
Come on, people. This poetry isn't gonna appreciate itself.
Leave it to the Democrats to let the Spaniards back in the pantry.
Oh, my little guy's out there in the hot sun without his sombrero.