Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The machines, they're after me.
Heroes don't do drugs. Except for Drugman, I guess.
Why, when I was a boy, we had a new microservice every day
Brother Fry, thou hast visltors.
Oh, really?
Kill me, please, and make it splatter!
Robot devil? You can hear me?
Oh, you're no fun.
There's no such thing as whatever you're saying.
I miss him so much.
She's naked but unharmed.
Looks like it's speeding up.
Soon enough, but first, the killing.
I hereby declare that henceforth,
As you can see, since Bender's death,
Say what?
No! Not the armpits! Winter's coming!
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