Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"A week ago, I had no idea what the future would bring,

He'll get me in trouble.

are no longer among us, their truth goes marching on.

Hey, hey, "Honest Abe."

Yech, they're all horrible.

where I was to meet Mr. Burns's slave, Virgil.

You defied your husband for me?

LIBRARIAN: There are no books

(strong Southern accent): I was reclining beneath a sarsaparilla tree,

No one is better at determining said price than yours truly.

Then dusted with powdered sugar.

I got an idea: You can march to Selma,

Man, this is the '60s.

Maybe the nicest was Abigail Simpson,

Or I can make things very uncomfortable for you.

M Dreams are where mario and gromit

I'm warning you: When something goes into that vent,

Mabel and Virgil headed north,

No, the Underground Railroad

Your man Virgil is...

That pat on my head from a wicked man

So that's why I'm so cool.

Aw, don't cry, meat pie.

I can't believe I buttoned my britches for this.

There's no noble Simpson.

Who here knows what a family tree is?

and made my way to the stables,

while leaving the art room unharmed.

("The Battle Hymn of the Republic" playing)

I should have quit while I was ahead

at Colonel Burns's plantation."

One, two, three, one, two, three...

(crying) And so many Obamas.