Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, Lisa. This is the first time the pageant hasn't been a mockery.
I'm in, Preppie.
You can take me prisoner in that war anytime, baby.
Oh, no. Look at my eye.
Don't listen to him, he's still on medication!
She's got a voice like a bird. Watch.
We don't talk to traitors.
Let's see if her inner person
What are we getting so upset for?
♪ Isn't he a pearl? ♪
wanna see me drink a milkshake through my nose?
Let's hear it for Mr. Belding.
you have to butt into the pageant to upstage me!
I can deliver three geeks and a nerd.
However, I am wearing a swimsuit underneath,
And now, for our final contestant for Miss Bayside,
They'll just join us in the picket line.
- Not me, girl. I'm entering. - Why?
And now the results of the principal popularity poll.
Not if you're in a teeny bikini, Mama!
it's going to be me!
But do something about your hair.
Oh yeah?
♪ Say, isn't she-- he charming? ♪
Not Kevin. You, you doofus.
♪ Blue moon ♪