Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Aw, you're homesick, aren't you, T.?
It's not lame, it's lamé.
He may be a weird skin ball full of love
We now go live to the White House lawn,
Nah, man, I ain't seen nothing for no cop.
Nixon out!
and some kind of red juice--
What's going on in here?
Because he already died!
Why haven't you fleamed this skull?
He went out to buy you flowers.
Parapets, battlements,
Dad?
Hard shmard.
who I'll never see again.
my arthritis will make me seize up like a dried monkey carcass.
Okay...
You see, the active ingredient in my Good News
I was just playing foosball.
Fry? Are you home?
Just pick something and blow it up
I didn't mean it about the cape.
Uh, nothing.
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Bender, do you know where Fry is?
Olive... you.
I guess this is good-bye.
Good news!