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Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. Moving along… Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! …

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Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. Moving along… Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! 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!

Shut up and get to the point! How much did you make me? I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Daylight and everything. Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! But I’ve never been to the moon! Moving along… Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.

No! Don’t jump! Bender, you risked your life to save me! I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor.

File not found.
Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.
Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff!
And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? Why did you bring us here? Bender, we’re trying our best. You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.

There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny!
So, how ‘bout them Knicks?
Also Zoidberg.
OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans!

Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. 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 right. I forgot about the battle. It doesn’t look so shiny to me. Then we’ll go with that data file! It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too.

No! Don’t jump! Tell them I hate them. 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!

Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. No! Don’t jump! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

Hello Morbo, how’s the family? And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!

I don’t know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas. Anyone who laughs is a communist! Ow, my spirit! Hey, whatcha watching?

Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Shinier than yours, meatbag. Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

Soothe us with sweet lies. Why yes! Thanks for noticing. I’m Santa Claus! Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious.

These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. We don’t have a brig. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Say it in Russian! Soon enough.

The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep. Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved.