Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It began with an old man

You seem to get so much joy

I didn't get a dime, because I signed over all the rights.

Great, I'll set something up. Erin, are you on?

Well, before long, another aimless soul

Why'd you do that?

but until his inglés gets just a little bit better,

he can coach somebody else.

(Goosius honking, Homer grunting)

And there he is, the living logo of Golden Goose Records,

I can't be wearing two-day-old sneakers.

♪ I would never wish hate on my brother ♪

Hey, I know this guy.

Respect, 'House.

♪ I already know what time it is ♪

I knew you'd turn your back on Old Man Burns.

Do you think Mr. Burns learned anything from all this?

It don't matter, just splatter the batter.

Praline brought in an all-star lineup

of the infamous Gaslight Strangler

♪ A whole lot of money ♪

that his ruthless will to power

Whale-copters? VIP pod-view?

Where should we put the 19th century doctor's kits?

I paid for a calf.

Oh, he tripped over a dog.

The Olins' jellyfish fry thing?

If I had known this was a cash bar,

Would you like a sip of grief soup?

♪ I ain't got no money. ♪

Aw, he eats the same way I do,

I am going to pay for everyone's cones.

$100 No sir we just receive this letter immediately after you get it

$100,000 feels like a lot of money.

Yeah, a little.

and now we've got nothing.

(chuckles) Dogs can smell power.

Now that's what I call

was a very thoughtful idea.

I have a feeling it did.

It's number one on the charts.

just to bring you some ice.

Yes, yes. But do you have anything

You might've been fun a hundred years ago, Burnsie,

Good-bye, loneliness.

I need my quince!

Fine, then I'll kill it myself. (gasps)

You've given me so much, Monty.

That kid just cut in line.

who are all pretty amazing party planners.

"for an evening of madcap magic and mischief

You best believe I'm going to take everything from him.

♪ You're a lyrical Madoff ♪

This now runs on solar power and falafel.

(exhales) Quince.

Now he's really sobbing heavy.

and all his briny shoggoths,

Put that rare roast beef in a baggie.

Richest dad rules?

Waste of my time. Why is everyone leaving?

Well, if we have to end this way,

coproduced a failed revenge rap,

Don't misunderstand me,

Take it if you want to roll like G.

or stay past 7:30.

ALL: Combing is murder!

♪ I'm so established ♪