Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alcohol fuels my power cells

I think I'm a doctor, but that doesn't make me a doctor. These clothes do.

. . .until you are deemed cured.

Ouch! That's going to bleed when my heart beats.

. . .so many strange fluids gushing out of patients' bodies.

Sure. Anything for you, buddy.

See? I'm all squishy and flabby. Also, I complain a lot.

Thanks, Bender.

I'm in! I'm in!

What the guys want the ladies is This

We're trying. We petitioned the governor. . .

The 67th Amendment.

-What's the matter? You scared? -N--, n--, n--

You're going to do his laundry?

-Hooray for me! Hooray for Zoidberg! -l'll now read the mandatory speech.

What is the meaning of this symbol?

You gotta help me. How can l prove I'm human?

Hey, you! Red! Quit watering that plant and get the door!

Order! The only poor people l want to hear about. . .

Give me! Give me!

The only poor people I want to hear about are those who tend to my pores at the spa

-Beep. -Oh, for God's sake!

Yes, you do. You need to relax more.