Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I don't know. Let's see.
I give you my word as a Southern gentleman.
MARGE: What happened next?
MARGE: The patrollers were too fast for Eliza and Virgil.
and tell her she's ugly!
And you should stop reading right there.
The year was 1860, and the Underground Railroad was...
C'est la vie, baby.
You're part of the under-clown railroad.
You know, Bouvier?
(all gasp)
you just turned 100.
There must have been some good ancestors.
As we made our way northward,
You know, you could try our film vault.
(cracking)
I'm French, not you.
Thank you.
Nothing to see here--
Racists? That's it.
I hold in my hand another diary.
It's my first time.
Well, it's hard to explain this to a young person,
Actually, I'm here to help you.
That's a great story, Lisa!
Computers, right?
No! You lie!
Martin Luther King had a dream.
But-but-but-but-but-but-but,... But, but, but, but, but, but, but,... But-but-but-but-but-but-but,... But, but, but, but, but, but, but,...
"Many years ago, my daughter, Eliza,
Then they should've called it the Aboveground Normal-Road.
Very well. You may have won this round,
That-a-girl.
(gasps)