Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, yes. I found a buyer right away for that item.
Hey, Marge, remember when we used to make out to this hymn?
Ah, but, Moe, the dank- the dank!
Owe, my freaking ears!
where my tongue will be torn out by ravenous birds.
But look- I got some cool pogs.
Hmm. It's not fear of nuclear war.
Million-dollar birthday fries!
My sodie is too cold. My teef hurt.
I'm afraid some weirdo's got my soul, and I don't know what they're doing to it.
Alf pogs! Remember Alf?
15 minutes? but i want it now!
Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this was a family restaurant.
Hymns here! I got hymns here! Get 'em while they're holy!
Hiya, folks. Welcome to Uncle Moe's.
Uh-huh. What if you die in a submarine at the bottom of the ocean?
I need a soul, Ralph. Any soul.
Silence, you fool. It can be ours.
Uh, excuse me. No banging your head on the display case, please.
deep-fried to perfection.
Ahoy there, friends! Everybody find a first mate!
There you go. One soul.
I don't hear scrubbing!
But you know, Bart, some philosophers believe...
Thank you, door!
Leave this place. You are in great danger.
. .
Hmm. Bart, what's wrong? There's something a little off about your hug.
You ain't thinkin' of gettin' rid of the dankey, Miyamoeto?