Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! It’s toe-tappingly tragic! We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV.
Why did you bring us here? Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs?
I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day. Noooooo! Kids have names? You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!
You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! No argument here.
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! Anyone who laughs is a communist!
No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own!
Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty?
I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?
Your best is an idiot! I love you, buddy! Okay, I like a challenge. Anyone who laughs is a communist!
Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger.
Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family.
Now what?
Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family.
Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
Really?! It must be wonderful. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them?
Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools.
Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs!
There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! No! Don’t jump! Say what? Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Yes! In your face, Gandhi!
Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Really?! Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think?
We’re rescuing ya. But I’ve never been to the moon! I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! Soothe us with sweet lies. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. You can see how I lived before I met you. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.
Shinier than yours, meatbag. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.
File not found. File not found. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie!
And I’m his friend Jesus. Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life.