Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

¶ A white wine spritzer ¶
Carl, you're back in.
(Marge groans)
There's nothing I enjoy more than watching a director
(groans) This is a really complicated show.
Wait a minute, the part you liked was spending time with me?
(tires screech)
The bagels are getting hard.
No problem. Can I make sly analogies to today's politics?
Fine, if you want me to quit the class, I'll do it.
2 x 11 x 439 = 9658
killed a bear, founded a town, died of a beaver bite.
I need to finish this.
(deep voice): ¶ Thank you. ¶
(cawing, chirping)
so I'm able to leave this class and marry him.
Ah, my muse.
You'll understand everything when Chloe comes out.
(thunder rolls)
Ambitious, eh, but unsatisfying.
¶ Let's all wiggle like the wiggle worm does. ¶
Stop, stop, stop!
(whimpers)
Finally not a sidekick.
Our curtain opens on sun-drenched fields
(gasps)
(school bell rings)
(grunts happily)