Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the doomsday device is ready.

There's only room for two, and you're the one I want to share it with.

Ooh, ooh. Bubblegum, my name's Bender...

We both know there's something there.

I used to grow the supermen.

Those aren't swan boats. They're swans.

She's so great. I feel like I can almost remember...

The time skips are worse than ever now.

Actually, I think I'll go down and prep the detonator.

Nothin'but nebula.

Well, I sure ain't his grandma. Now, look here, Prof.

Moderately priced, domestic, non-vintage champagne

but then we have no memory of it.

We have bigger problems.

The thing is, Fry is very sweet, but he's so immature.

I got her champagne. I opened it.

- The blinker's off. - I learned how to work the gravity pump, too...

where the Harlem Globetrotters take on a squad of atomic supermen...

You're that Bubblegum Tate?

Hope you don't mind if I dribble a little while I work.

- Can I be a Globetrotter? - Shut up, turkey.

Also, what game were the refs watching?

- And when I figure out what it is... - Fry, stop.