Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're eating with the common man, not Tyrone Power.
-How's this? -There you go!
Thanks for taking all the fancies, guys!
...but I feel tranquility outweighs catching fish and use nothing.
I see. Every Joe Meatball and Sally Housecoat in this godforsaken state...
-...Mr. Burns is coming to dinner. -What!?
Only a child could get away with such blasphemy.
If you were governor, you could decide what's safe.
Oh, man! Plain cake donuts.
Hold me, Smithers.
I'll share something with you. Hop in.
Look here, inspector, could I speak to you privately in my office?
God bless them all. Amen.
Just resting my eyes!
Ruined before it hit the ground.
Congratulations, Mr. Burns, the polls show you're up six points.
Hi, Marge. Sorry I didn't call, but it's been a madhouse here!
...if our antinuclear naysayers and choose-upsiders...
-So, kids, caught anything? -Not yet, sir.
No. You see, friends...
Of course. A little roughhousing with the pets is good for the appetite.