You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you?
Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?
Bender?! You stole the atom. It must be wonderful. Look, last night was a mistake. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Isn’t it true that you have been paid for your testimony?
This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me!
File not found. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right. Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain.
- Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry?
- No, I’m Santa Claus!
- Soothe us with sweet lies.
Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away!
No, I’m Santa Claus! But I’ve never been to the moon! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. 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.
- How much did you make me?
- Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged.
- Your best is an idiot!
You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! Soothe us with sweet lies. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. One hundred dollars.
Professor, make a woman out of me. Soothe us with sweet lies. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Tell them I hate them.
It must be wonderful. So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct? I don’t want to be rescued. It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.
Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Professor, make a woman out of me. 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.
So, how ’bout them Knicks? Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very…
You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! Do a flip! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. They’re like sex, except I’m having them!
Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! I had more, but you go ahead. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!
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! And I’m his friend Jesus. Why would I want to know that?
I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn’t make sense. You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Bender, you risked your life to save me!
Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. Pansy. I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. With gusto. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.
Hey, whatcha watching? I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money. It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN!