Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bender, you di' it!
So now I'm, like, trying to work on my attitude,
Can we talk?
but I'm sincerely grateful you came all this way
I know you don't.
Or maybe I rescued one last mini-Bender
consuming all the matter in the world!
It's like Edward James Olmos on IMAX!
Your face has been declared a weapon of mass disgusting.
Without alcohol, the Benders are dying off.
That's right, Linda.
This chair is so comfortable.
Make it zero, and you got a deal.
Everyone to the situation room!
Go to hell!
I hope that's vanishing cream, 'cause that needs to go away.
Damn, you're cute.
There's only two of them.
and two became four, making seven total.
No. By making you look at my mama!
This doesn't taste like old-man water.