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. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.
I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Fry, we have a crate to deliver. You can see how I lived before I met you.
And then the battle’s not so bad?
I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. Kif might! I just told you! You’ve killed me! I’ll get my kit!
- We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
- Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?
- Professor, make a woman out of me.
I can explain. It’s very valuable.
Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. Soothe us with sweet lies. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually!
- What are their names?
- Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression!
- 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.
Who are those horrible orange men? Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped. 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!
Belligerent and numerous. 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. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie!
Ummm…to eBay? Pansy. Shut up and take my money! Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it.
For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. No! The cat shelter’s on to me. She also liked to shut up! Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.
Bender, you risked your life to save me! 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!
I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? I’m Santa Claus! Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! I wish! It’s a nickel. I’m a thing. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.
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. Why yes! Thanks for noticing.
All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food.
Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! No. We’re on the top. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun?
I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Why not indeed! Good news, everyone! I’ve taught the toaster to feel love! Then we’ll go with that data file!