Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good morning, class.
That's cute.
If you'll excuse me? It's eight o'clock, time to get busy.
We'll bankrupt Mr. Fry so he'll have to sell the anchovies to us!
Silver the Hedgehog! Cream soda!
[HYPERVENTILATES]
My God! This Mr. Fry must be a mastermind of the highest order.
Я здесь не на суде!
Sir, that's not a number.
Crud! We're 50 cents short.
We don't have your retina scan, fingerprint or colonic map on file.
POV: Your rival interrupts your meeting and steals ur shenhe Yelan: NO ONE MESSES WITH SHENHE.
Well, I suppose I could go as high as ... 300,000!
Excuse me, I've missed a few lectures. What subject is this?
Lightspeed. Style and comfort for the discriminating crotch.
One drop of the anchovy's natural oil ...
Thank you, Silver the Hedgehog.
ANNOUNCER: This dream brought to you by Lightspeed!
Я здесь не на суде!
Quit squawking. Nobody's forcing you to buy anything.
-That was quick. -So, what do I owe you?
[SNORES]
-Ow! -Ow!