Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're just saying that because he bought you that antique robot toy.
This Dream Brought To You By Lightspeed Briefs!
It hasn't been made yet. It hasn't been made yet.
Hello, shoppers. It's me, Mom.
What a class act! Sold!
$1 0.77, same as my PIN number.
Your motivation is you're back in 2000 and your head's still on your body ...
I know you spent a lot of money, but it's awfully primitive.
The last known can in existence, guaranteed fresh and edible.
The ad gets into your brain just like this liquid gets into this egg.
Okay, my friends.
Care to sample our fragrance from Calvin Clone?
... each one needing an oil change every 3000 miles.
Check bounced. We're taking it all back.
That candy-arse dirtbag Fry must know their secret.
You can't bid against Mom.
Okay. You had a balance of 93 cents.
Maybe my account's still open.
No, thanks.
I could if you hadn't shut off the stereo.
I'm only doing this so people will take my head seriously as an actress.
Hey! You buying Lightspeeds? Pretty ritzy.
Can I try these on?
Hello, Fry. Remember me from Baywatch: The Movie?
I'm a thing.
So you care about us?
If anyone ever got hold of anchovy DNA ...
Can I wear your suit?
They advertise things nobody can afford.
That's awful! It's like brainwashing.
Oh, hurry. I want to get back to the head museum.