Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, we should get a speedboat with bunk beds on it.
How can someone else's generosity make you angry?
(deep, distorted voice): It feels darn‐diddly good.
‐Doggy man face. ‐(growling)
'twas all for naught,
Homer Simpson?
Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?
I didn't know you were a fellow volunteer Litter Gitter?
‐Turtles! ‐Bunk‐boat!
Wonder if you could help us.
‐Haven't seen him today, though. ‐(groans)
Aw, thanks, neighbor.
I'll see you later.
Gah, the cuckold!
FLANDERS: Oh, no. If she calls the police, Homer's dead.
(whimpers)
Madam.
crap! Oof!
Paw Paw, that man stole a loaf of bread.
(glass shatters)