Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You could still die.
Finally, I don't have to lug this cell phone around.
Bender: Inspector five's home address!
So you wish you were never born, maybe?
You're right.
(Panting)
Don't you wish you were flawless like me?
They're putting me in my Sunday suit
Bender: Where are we?
(Laughs)
Eh, fatal, shmatal.
Darth It-head.
Well, we're boned.
It's precious and sacred,
Enemy invaders up in yonder sky!
I'm Bender, damn it!
(Groans)
He's obviously long gone.
She'll kill you!
that I was perfect and infallible in every way.
I beg to differ.
There's no trace of Inspector Five!
Um, excuse me for a moment.
I want to live a little.
and shoving me in a wooden box.
The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long.