Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

sitting in the middle of your face.
Ow. Ow.
CROWD (chanting): Dubya! Dubya!
(HUMS TUNE)
Told ya!
And then you'll love me?
(laughing): No, no, no.
Why am I the only one in this family who needs braces?
and she doesn't have a single regret.
(ominous music plays)
Don't be so sure.
(whistle blows)
And this is a picture of us at our wedding.
ARTIE: Achm! Achm! Achm!
bucket letter, tall man,
No, no, no, this is terrible.
I can't take this anymore. We're getting out of here.
(crowd gasps)
Now, which of you lucky girls wants to party with Arty?
deep-fried ice sculptures, a guy who guesses your weight,
on account of the twin he absorbed in my belly.
Regrets only.
(shrieks)
-I've found my soul mate! -(fireworks popping)
Now, Homer, as this is a bachelor party,
Yeah. This is really creepy.
I'm a-comin'!
A toast. I have finally perfected you.