Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fry?
and went to procure the final ingredient for my stem cell brew.
Oh, right. Leela's back, as if I care. Woo.
her body is to be fed to the wild cyclophage, a highly endangered creature that eats only cyclopses.
Then uploaded Fry's personality from the urinal surveillance tapes.
So? What of it?
#nine #two #six #eight
Eh, nevermind.
her opinion of Marshall Lee - so cute and adorable. Her emotions - confused and hurt.
My God, I can't believe I'll never see that particular Fry again.
Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise I was already here.
Okay.
The vampire killer, Van Helsing!
Let's never speak of it again.
Anyway, my work is done. I'm gonna hit the showers.
Yet thanks to my trusty safety-sphere, I sublibed with only trivial braindabglid.
- And the others? - Right here behind this horrorcloth.
Hold on, man! It ain't like that!
No and you don't need to see this.
Somebody do something!
What the?! Bad Marshall Lee, bad Marshall!
Possibly this thing.
This is crazy. It's like I'm looking at an exact robot duplicate of myself.
I'll kill you you slutclops!
The innevitable static discharge electrocuted Leela and destroyed both of their short-term memories.
Landbot
That's because the doomsday device I showed all up in you puts out 15 gigawatts.
No! I refuse to give up!