Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take a whiff through the Smell-A-Scope.
We must leave now, for we are needed elsewhere.
What? Awww.
- Whoo! - What was that?
By God, Sweet Clyde is right!
But we wish you Godspeed.
Oh, what’s that funky jazz?
Your face can take a lot of punishment. That's good to know.
Roger.
For generations...
Deal with it.
in what promises to be a by-the-numbers athletic contest...
Don't be so hard on yourself, Fry.
And we'd need all the money on Earth to build...
Enough about your promiscuous mother
I hope we all have as much fun tomorrow at my birth...
We'll have to call in the finest scientific minds in the univer...
You lost the woman of your dreams...
Arachneon with the steal, to Thorias.
'Cause when we're together in here, baby, time will stand still.
How'd you do it? Drugs in the champagne? Hypnosis?