Bite my shiny metal ass. How much did you make me? Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! One hundred dollars.
I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Really?! Hello Morbo, how’s the family? A true inspiration for the children. Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you.
For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Bender, quit destroying the universe! We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera.
I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. I’m Santa Claus! 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.
Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Is that a cooking show? Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault!
I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that.
Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.
It must be wonderful.
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! No. We’re on the top. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!
We don’t have a brig. Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor.
Ow, my spirit!
I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!
Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence?
Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells.
Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway!
Who am I making this out to? When will that be? Large bet on myself in round one. Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Say it in Russian!
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. Okay, I like a challenge. Ummm…to eBay? We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera.
We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. Professor, make a woman out of me. Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?
I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.
Yes! In your face, Gandhi! And yet you haven’t said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun!
With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! 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.
That’s not soon enough! Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! 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.
She also liked to shut up! Can we have Bender Burgers again? Yes! In your face, Gandhi! And until then, I can never die? What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food.