Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, they drugged the tea. They knew my one weakness.
Oh, nobody's visiting my Web page anymore.
Oh, don't worry about those fumes.
Give me a hundred lotto tickets, Apu, because Mr. X is on a roll.
I wouldn't count on that, Number Five.
I once ran over a guy in a parking lot...
Do you want turkey sausage or ham?
What do you think of my page, Lisa? Be honest.
Sorry. I'll be there to feel blunt because I care to feel blunt. Sorry. I'll be there to feel blunt because I care to feel blunt.
You are a credit to the great Satan.
Aah! Aah! What's going on?
- Get out. Who told you that? - Nelson.
I'm Mr. X! Gimme! Gimme!
Whoo! Ahh.
Hmm. That's the kind of dirt that belongs on my Web page.
Otherwise click "No."
Finding out Dan has a sixth IBAC investigation
That's a great idea. I'll make up some news!
Or Mortinson.
I got a lot of secrets I'd prefer to keep clandestine.
There's no emoticon for what I'm feeling!
- I was an astronaut. - Of course you were.
My bagels are nothing but week-old doughnuts.
Yeah, all right, this press conference is over.
- Didn't you get the e-mail? - What's an e-mail?
I hope no one finds out about this.
Mmm, mmm!
- You are on your- - Fifth.
Don't worry, head. The computer will do our thinking now.
Oh, don't worry about the Mr. X thing.
- Not even a little one? - No!
This is the best computer in the world and always will be, right?