Futurama, Season 1

Wernstrom:
And what will you be presenting this evening, professor?

Farnsworth:
Let's just say it'll put you young whippersnappers in your place.

Wernstrom:
I just hope it's not that lame death clock you presented last year.

Farnsworth:
Uh... last year, you say?

Wernstrom:
That's right.

Farnsworth:
Oh, my. Did it put you young whippersnappers in your place?

Wernstrom:
Hardly. We all laughed so hard our teeth fell out. Come along, Cinnamon.

[Wernstrom leaves with his fish]

Farnsworth:
Oh, dear. I'll have to invent something new in the next ten minutes. Perhaps some sort of death clock.