You don’t know how to do any of those. Negative, bossy meat creature! No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Who am I making this out to? Negative, bossy meat creature!
Bender, we’re trying our best. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long.
Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? We’re also Santa Claus! Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords.
Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. Leela’s gonna kill me. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Can I use the gun? Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.
Okay, I like a challenge. Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. Actually, that’s still true. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers.
- It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?
- Pansy.
- Is the Space Pope reptilian!?
Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry? I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day.
Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? No. We’re on the top. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.
- Yes! In your face, Gandhi!
- Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.
- Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo!
Throw her in the brig. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
You’re going to do his laundry? And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.
Oh yeah, good luck with that. Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Hello, little man. I will destroy you! We don’t have a brig. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Moving along… I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in.
Hello, little man. I will destroy you! Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it. I just told you! You’ve killed me! Your best is an idiot! Meh.
I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo!
Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff! I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. Bite my shiny metal ass. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!
It doesn’t look so shiny to me. Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! Kif might! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.
Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. File not found. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’!
Look, last night was a mistake. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!