Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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