Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mmm, mmm!
- I was an astronaut. - Of course you were.
- Get out. Who told you that? - Nelson.
I wouldn't count on that, Number Five.
Give me a hundred lotto tickets, Apu, because Mr. X is on a roll.
- Didn't you get the e-mail? - What's an e-mail?
That's a great idea. I'll make up some news!
Aah! Aah! What's going on?
There's no emoticon for what I'm feeling!
Oh, they drugged the tea. They knew my one weakness.
- You are on your- - Fifth.
You are a credit to the great Satan.
Whoo! Ahh.
I hope no one finds out about this.
Don't worry, head. The computer will do our thinking now.
Oh, don't worry about the Mr. X thing.
Yeah, all right, this press conference is over.
Oh, nobody's visiting my Web page anymore.
I once ran over a guy in a parking lot...
Finding out Dan has a sixth IBAC investigation
I'm Mr. X! Gimme! Gimme!
Hmm. That's the kind of dirt that belongs on my Web page.
What do you think of my page, Lisa? Be honest.
Otherwise click "No."
- Not even a little one? - No!
Oh, don't worry about those fumes.
This is the best computer in the world and always will be, right?
Sorry. I'll be there to feel blunt because I care to feel blunt. Sorry. I'll be there to feel blunt because I care to feel blunt.
Do you want turkey sausage or ham?
I got a lot of secrets I'd prefer to keep clandestine.
Or Mortinson.
My bagels are nothing but week-old doughnuts.