Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, Wade Boggs. Goes down smooth.
Society's never going to make any progress until we all learn to pretend to like each other.
Case in point, no more live bees.
Oh, put down the binoculars, Fry.
I guess I needed a few more warm-up pitches.
Ah, mm, do you have any food?
My husband. Some hotshot! Here's his ancient Signoid secret.
I figure a one-eyed lady skullbuster might bring out the freak-show crowd.
She's taught the world that being a bum knows no gender.
are equally inferior to robots?
Turanga Leela,
No, actually, I did mean to offend a little. This is awful.
It's okay, Mama. Anyone-a complains, I bend legs up for free.
Uuh!
- Stee-rike! - Hooray! - Yeah, you did it, Leela.
Look, I don't care if there's Horse Manure in it That's Good!
You were so awful that women everywhere set out to prove they don't stink as bad as you.
I solemnly swear To become the worst breakdancer of all time
- Neat! - So, Hank... the bad Hank...
Apparently not.
- I don't mean to offend, but this tastes like vomit. - Thank you.
Hey, lady, which one of us is in the Hall of Fame?
Yea!
- Now let's go over there and make these hideous strangers feel welcome. - No!
Yeah, yeah.
I'm a fool. The fans haven't been cheering for me. They've been cheering at me.
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Oh, thank you, magic biped!