Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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