I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells.
I don’t want to be rescued. How much did you make me? Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells.
Oh God, what have I done? You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Guess again. Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.
Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. Shinier than yours, meatbag. Noooooo!
Shut up and take my money! No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?
OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?
Kif might!
As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
Anyone who laughs is a communist! I’ll get my kit! Daylight and everything. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist!
Daddy Bender, we’re hungry.
You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see!
Can I use the gun?
Kids have names? Fry, we have a crate to deliver. Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. Yes! In your face, Gandhi! Ask her how her day was. And when we woke up, we had these bodies.
Who am I making this out to? Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? I don’t want to be rescued. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own!
You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal! I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Do a flip! I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!
No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Now what? Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.
I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money. Okay, I like a challenge. You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit!
I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later.
Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop.
You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
One hundred dollars. You know, I was God once. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! You can see how I lived before I met you. It must be wonderful.
Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. Ooh, name it after me!
These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here. Say what? And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet.