Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's for dinner? - Well, neighboreenos, I guess this is good-bye.
Oh, yeah. I'm a real expert.
- Superman. - Oh!
If you don't sell a house, you're fired, fired, fired.
- I made that last one up. - I see.
Ay, ay, ay, my gates. Ay! Johnny C. gave me those.
Well, like we say, "The right house for the right person."
a handymars dream.
3 x 7 x 7 x 11 = 1617
I'm gonna give you a deposit this minute.
Stop! That's my car!
What in the heck is a dwelling?
Excuse me, Mr. Szyslak.
and since most of my clients wind up losing their houses...
[Brakes Screeching]
As a spineless, potato-cooking housewife who can't compete in the real world?
said always look inside the house before buying.
we just wanna get to our new house and rest in peace.
Red Room
L'il Bandit rolls to a gentle stop.
Mr. Hutz, I didn't know you sold real estate.
[Grunts]
Still, it would've been nice to bring home at least one paycheck.
That's not true. You're thinking of air bags.
[Groans]
## [Singing]
Why, isn't this kitchen horribly cramped? [Laughing]