Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd kiss you but I lost my teeth.
Fry? Amy? Put your pants back on! I need a stapler!
My Ass! My Beautiful...
Cool how we think alike, and junk.
Looks like we'll be spending a lot more time together, Fry.
Didn't I, Leela? Didn't I?
Yeah. You know, Fry, I like hanging out with you.
A gentleman always sells a lady a car first.
Note the cross-your-heart seat belt. It protects, lifts and separates.
Computer dating. Like pimping, but you rarely say upside your head.
Upsy-daisy.
...I pray you're not mooning someone you care about.
- You don't like chocolate? - Can chocolate let me finish?
You're asking for a day off? Get out of my sight!
I'm Victor, and I know many things about the art of unloading fine cars...
It's okay. I have an emergency phone.
My ass! My beautiful...
This always happens with office romances.
I installed bumpers to reduce the risk of butt failure.
- Okay. How's the weather? - The usual. Boiling lead, lava.
That's not true.