Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, don't worry about those fumes.

You are a credit to the great Satan.

Hmm. That's the kind of dirt that belongs on my Web page.

Finding out Dan has a sixth IBAC investigation

My bagels are nothing but week-old doughnuts.

I got a lot of secrets I'd prefer to keep clandestine.

That's a great idea. I'll make up some news!

I hope no one finds out about this.

Give me a hundred lotto tickets, Apu, because Mr. X is on a roll.

Otherwise click "No."

I'm Mr. X! Gimme! Gimme!

I once ran over a guy in a parking lot...

Oh, they drugged the tea. They knew my one weakness.

Do you want turkey sausage or ham?

What do you think of my page, Lisa? Be honest.

- I was an astronaut. - Of course you were.

There's no emoticon for what I'm feeling!

Oh, nobody's visiting my Web page anymore.

- Get out. Who told you that? - Nelson.

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.

Don't worry, head. The computer will do our thinking now.

- Not even a little one? - No!

Aah! Aah! What's going on?

Yeah, all right, this press conference is over.

- Didn't you get the e-mail? - What's an e-mail?

Oh, don't worry about the Mr. X thing.

I wouldn't count on that, Number Five.

- You are on your- - Fifth.

This is the best computer in the world and always will be, right?