Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? I’m a thing. She also liked to shut up! 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.
Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT! Actually, that’s still true. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk!
You are the last hope of the universe. I don’t ‘need’ to drink. I can quit anytime I want! Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit!
It must be wonderful. Leela’s gonna kill me. I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Negative, bossy meat creature!
You lived before you met me?! Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness.
- No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!
- Can we have Bender Burgers again?
- Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!
Ooh, name it after me! You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat.
If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right. 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’!
- Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial?
- Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?
- But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop.
Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.
Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. 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?
Really?! In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?
Say it in Russian! Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! I never loved you. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Really?! I never loved you. 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.
Hello Morbo, how’s the family? I don’t ‘need’ to drink. I can quit anytime I want! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news!
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! With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!
I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. A true inspiration for the children. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults.
What kind of a father would I be if I said no? I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?
File not found. Actually, that’s still true. But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. No, she’ll probably make me do it. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared…
I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day.