Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What? Awww.
We'll have to call in the finest scientific minds in the univer...
But we wish you Godspeed.
- Whoo! - What was that?
Enough about your promiscuous mother
By God, Sweet Clyde is right!
Arachneon with the steal, to Thorias.
in what promises to be a by-the-numbers athletic contest...
We must leave now, for we are needed elsewhere.
Your face can take a lot of punishment. That's good to know.
How'd you do it? Drugs in the champagne? Hypnosis?
For generations...
Don't be so hard on yourself, Fry.
Take a whiff through the Smell-A-Scope.
Deal with it.
And we'd need all the money on Earth to build...
You lost the woman of your dreams...
'Cause when we're together in here, baby, time will stand still.
I hope we all have as much fun tomorrow at my birth...
Oh, what’s that funky jazz?
Roger.