Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got a peptic ulcer, my wife wants a new car and I need a root canal.

This is hopeless.

Now, for all you youngsters, here it is.

Thanks a lot, son.

We have to clean up this room. And we'll need a fern.

The little tiger tries so hard. Why does he keep failing?

-Morning, girls. -Good morning, Bart.

...my prize-winning dioramas, they mean nothing to them?

As God is my witness, I can pass the fourth grade!

-He doesn't care, Mom. -I do. I want a beer while I'm caring.

Sorry, I can't do it on purpose. But maybe you'll get lucky.

Thanks for the pep talk.

I've invented something fun. The sled.

You covered up my paper!

I delay Al having a Heart Attack day. Al's window installation day

...the funnest day in the history of Springfield!

-Blah, blah, blah, blah. -Yes, ma'am.

Then what did I say?

Bart, no more interruptions during Martin's book report.

I need one more day to study, Lord. I need your help.

Well as long as I'm here, I might as well kill two birds with One Stone

Trudging up that stupid sled hill over and over. How good could it be?

-Did you know there's a test tomorrow? -Yes, ma'am.

Blah, blah, blah.