Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I like to be in America... Panorama, comin’ through. Panorama, comin’ at ya.
Because you're not my alien.
Oh, soon, my sweets.
I didn't fall in love with Mr. Pibb. I fell in love with you, Francine.
...it can be hard to break free from an abusive relationship.
Thanks. I already have a kid doing that...
- What's wrong with you? - I'm dying, Henry.
You don't know him.
- You are so cool. - It's about time someone noticed.
I can't believe we stole a car.
...in the pursuit of signatures to save Mr. Pibb for generations to come.
Guess what we're doing right now, this second.
Hey, Mom, want to help me build a birdhouse out of Popsicle sticks?
It was my fault. I disobeyed captain's orders and jeopardized the mission.
Don't panic. We'll start a grassroots campaign to save Mr. Pibb.
I'll just clean up, then. I know you like a tidy house.
- What? - What?
No, no, no. That's him.
...and I'm hypoglycemic.
Roger, we better get going if you wanna meet your parents at Space Cocoa's.
He thought I was as interesting
You can talk? But you're an alien.
All is lost. Okay, that was fun.
...who are looking to get the most out of life...
Well, Roger, it's good to have you back.