Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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