Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Brother Fry, thou hast visltors.
She's naked but unharmed.
As you can see, since Bender's death,
Say what?
Kill me, please, and make it splatter!
No! Not the armpits! Winter's coming!
Oh, you're no fun.
Robot devil? You can hear me?
I miss him so much.
running on the wireless network
The machines, they're after me.
I hereby declare that henceforth,
Why, when I was a boy, we had a new microservice every day
Soon enough, but first, the killing.
Looks like it's speeding up.
Heroes don't do drugs. Except for Drugman, I guess.
Oh, really?
There's no such thing as whatever you're saying.