Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know what I did to make you love me...

Come on, Leela. Why won't you go out with me?

I demand Free Money!

Hmm. Will said skills pay the bills?

HAVE NONE OF YOU PATHETIC

- Aaah! - Aaah!

The time skips haven't stopped at all.

Won three Grammys last night...

This time disruption is extremely serious.

Eighty-six the chump stuff, F-man.

I wanna show Leela my skills.

- Divorce is final. - What?

Easy, Leela. Just finger-roll that star into the cosmic basket.

but I think we've stopped the time skips.

You all still have Zoidberg!

Moving stars would require one bad-ass gravity pump.

I deserve free money!

Sweet Clyde Dixon to Bubblegum Tate. Drives down court.

And that's the half with the Supermen up, 48-42.

There's the funding for your gravity pump.

Or did my brain just stroke off there for a second?

Well, I'm stumped.

and I don't think I tricked you into it, but maybe I did.