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Dan Castellaneta, Nancy Cartwright, Harry Shearer
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and bring your gold-brickery to a caesura!
where the freshest churro are.
So, uh, what are you pullin' the ripcord with?
Your remonstrance are a welcome boon
The groundskeeper are trying to put on the tarp,
♪ But you know you're not dreaming, signore ♪
and have drumstick children.
This is newsman Kent Brockman,
♪ Like a gay tarantella ♪
Flying the Channel 6 traffic copter
What are we, cavemen?
The groundskeepers are trying to put on the tarp,
Gotcha!
So, uh, what are you pullin' the ripcord with?
the next thing you know you're sittin' here drinkin' beer.
And who'da thunk it?
While you were out there daydream,
And the ball shatter the sky,
♪ When the stars make you drool ♪
Dad, all the jury summon you buried in the back yard
certainly has brighten your mood.
♪ That's amore ♪
but it turned into a manta ray and stung them all.
this rain has ruin the house.
Dad, all the jury summons you buried in the back yard
and squeeze the sap out of that tree.
♪ Tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay ♪
Most decidedly not.
Yes, we're at the point where baseball becomes mildly interesting.
which Homer desperately needs to live.
and surely will redouble my diligence.
I don't know what to believe anymore.
Look a little closer.
And apparently I'm married to a pork chop
What you got against hope anyway?
certainly has brightened your mood.
We clearly see the figure holding a syrup bottle
Would you please get the segment straight?
Boy, you know, when you're just here alone,
♪ Tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay ♪
your capricious nasty mind.
I bet something disillusioned you as a child.
and I'm too cowardly to leave it.
As you can see here, a shadowy figure emerges
The idiotic things people believe in.
I had declined thy infernal Mapple Care.
It was no miraculous tree of God
Homer, your bleak outlook has sent a smooth, icy chill down...
Homer, your bleak outlook has sent a smooth, icy chill down...
Okay, now hop on my imaginary motorcycle...
Howdy, pardners, I'm much obliged to y'all
Life is too fragile.