Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't give me your technical construction talk.
We have an answer.
Ew. If I ever kiss my husband, shoot me.
Just needs a few tweaks.
Ha-cha!
In the 1940s.
And, uh, I really want us to be friends.
Well, I like you, homer. You live next door,
[gasps] another offer? Is it serious?
[music stops]
But now you have a daddy.
How about a massage?
We're doing some minor touch-ups
[man] look out below!
[chuckles] so, uh, are we good?
I don't get it.
Just rich jerks with stupid cars.
You know what? Forget it.
Hey, now, would I give a loser
That's it. We're kindergarteners.
[muttering indistinctly]
I ain't afraid of you or your bodyguard.
I understand. Mm.
Are you ready for the ride of your life?
We are, but my wife might take a little convincing.