Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, but I have a toy Earth.
I won't.
Men bring the skulls home, women arrange them.
Let's go already!
Let's go.
You're an alien?
Amy, with Leela.
There. Finished.
To the ship!
No problem.
Probably.
I'm in terrible pain.
But I can't.
Sweet toke of Ocracoke, this stuff's the Omichronic!
We did it!
You're invading him.
He killed my second-to-last Agnew.
He's a terrible father.
Even I would never send you to Gary, Indiana.
Fry?
Aw, that's so sweet.
I'll just have to... find out.
Some cops can see the past.
Whatever.
And some cops get help from angels.