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 can explain. It’s very valuable. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.
Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate.
Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! No! The cat shelter’s on to me.
In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. And then the battle’s not so bad?
Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.
A sexy mistake.
And yet you haven’t said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you?
No, I’m Santa Claus! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film!
Tell them I hate them. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing.
Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume?
We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!
Hey, whatcha watching?
Guess again. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems.
In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most. I never loved you. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.
Why not indeed! Belligerent and numerous. For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! This opera’s as lousy as it is brilliant! Your lyrics lack subtlety. You can’t just have your characters announce how they feel. That makes me feel angry!
I can explain. It’s very valuable. But existing is basically all I do! Moving along… Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men.
I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. I can explain. It’s very valuable. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Large bet on myself in round one.
I’m a thing. It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Bender?! You stole the atom. Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.
Oh right. I forgot about the battle. When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.
No, just a regular mistake. Ummm…to eBay? Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… You guys realize you live in a sewer, right?
Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! Now what? As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead.
Bite my shiny metal ass. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12-piece bucket o’ trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin’ up that ol’ mess you caused. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd.