Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cheese it!
While other people lived their lives, I watched TV.
Sorry. Check back in three days. A week at the most.
we will raise your show's tempi by 1000 bpm per day--for five days...
Single Female Lawyer's season finale. You want to watch?
They're royally boned.
Neither will we provide you with our recipe for immortality.
What in the name of Bob Marley's ghost? Get to work, lazy boat bag!
Say anything, if it's compelling and mesmerizing. A tour de force.
Alien death cannons, clogging them with wreckage.
Everyone's too polite to say you're covered with bed sores.
That phoney baloney holiday crammed down our throats by fat cat union gangsters?!
Right, right. Nobody destroy Leela, either.
Thanks. I'm not technically human.
You're wasting your life in front of that TV.
As I'm also having a hot, naked affair with the foreman of this jury.
And being self-Reliant
Ladies and gentlemen, our course is clear. It's time to knuckle under.
Then what did we just blow up? The Hubble Telescope.
People of Earth.