Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Also, she has a serious heart condition.

The championship's mine, robot.

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My space-bus gets in at 4:30.

Break a leg, Bender.

And I, as a renowned ear, nose and blowhole Doctor, could do the operation.

But it feels good today because I got to dance.

A cute little heart attack.

Not a robo-slave.

I got a donor nose.

And I'm already in debt to every knife sharpener in town.

Aw, I'm sure it's fine by the standards of a gross alien monster.

This is the bestest-est day of my whole...

But I like the way you smell because I like you.

I just have to go straighten up in case we end up at my place.

What did I not do yet to deserve this?