Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Single Female Lawyer's season finale. You want to watch?
Then what did we just blow up? The Hubble Telescope.
What in the name of Bob Marley's ghost? Get to work, lazy boat bag!
Right, right. Nobody destroy Leela, either.
They're royally boned.
Sorry. Check back in three days. A week at the most.
People of Earth.
Neither will we provide you with our recipe for immortality.
Ladies and gentlemen, our course is clear. It's time to knuckle under.
Thanks. I'm not technically human.
Everyone's too polite to say you're covered with bed sores.
Alien death cannons, clogging them with wreckage.
And being self-Reliant
You're wasting your life in front of that TV.
That phoney baloney holiday crammed down our throats by fat cat union gangsters?!
Say anything, if it's compelling and mesmerizing. A tour de force.
Cheese it!
As I'm also having a hot, naked affair with the foreman of this jury.
we will raise your show's tempi by 1000 bpm per day--for five days...
While other people lived their lives, I watched TV.