Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fry, you've created a new color, totally different
Byte my eight-bit metal ass.
Me, me. Choose Zoidberg.
Until then,
to answering the fundamental questions of science.
made from the debris of that diamondium comet.
I call on anyone but you to do the peace dance.
Stand by for reincarnation.
it will land here on your finger.
Exactly.
You solved the problem that baffled Einstein
and show them our peaceful intentions.
Blorg, blorg, a thousand times blorg.
The only question is, who should be our spokesman?
Of course, I will do the peace dance.
But behold!
My-reka!
...like us, they speak by dancing.
Do you want to suck the red out of those cherries, Marshall Lee?
Good?
as a girl made of custard.