Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Marge, it's broad daylight, and there's cops everywhere.

because of a discarded couch on the tracks.

Why? It's not like anything interesting happened to anyone else today.

Oh, Admiral Carstairs, I'd like you to meet my son, Larry.

He's rich, I tell ya. I never seen a place with a walk-in mailbox.

Smithers, send for the boys at Yale admissions, hmm?

And is he a constant disappointment?

Oh. [Grumbling]

- [Grunts] - [Gunfire]

He's very sensitive about his age.

Whoa! Put her back in! She's not done yet.

[Burns Narrating] Who should appear but the unrequited love of my college years-

[Both Laughing]

Oh, yes. He made light of my weight problem...

He's a pussycat. I tell you, he's a doll-baby.

What happened? You saw yourself in a mirror?

Well- [Mumbles]

He's kidding, Mom. But, seriously, I'd love to have hair like yours.

I'm a father myself, sir.

- Oh, nicely played, sir. - [Man On P.A.] Attention, passengers.

when its workers left to fight in the Second World War.

Oh, relax. I don't wanna work.

Yeah. I tell ya, I don't get no regard.

You got it, Pop. Just let me run a few pints through it first.

Hold on, Mr. Burns. Maybe we did fake a kidnapping.

I sure hope so.

Oh, what's to tell? I was at the orphanage till I was 18.

- Kidnapped? - Marge, it's not a real kidnapping.