Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna snip her off her feet.
Unless you count the satisfaction of winning.
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Nurse Amy, the anesthesia.
Me, little old Bender, in a dance contest?
It's these flowers!
I have three dollars in moldy pennies. It's all yours.
You are an evil, heartless troll.
It's even worse. It's like comic-con in a submarine.
We have in the Doctor world something called a nose transplant.
The extra clicking you'll hear is gonna be my hip.
That's generous of you.
Oh, but there is.
Yes. Listen.
In all the world!
Thank you.
Together we shall rule the galaxy.
First, let me pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.
I remember.
Dr. Zoidberg, she's great.
You'll learn to love it; I know I did.
Listen to orange Joe.
You can brew it into a tea if you like severe stomach cramps.
It's time.