Oh yeah, good luck with that.
Fatal. I had more, but you go ahead. No, just a regular mistake. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
Professor, make a woman out of me. No argument here. Who are those horrible orange men? Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.
Throw her in the brig.
Really?! Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… And when we woke up, we had these bodies.
- Bender, you risked your life to save me!
- Now what?
- I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared…
Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans!
We’re rescuing ya. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there!
- Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
- We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home.
- Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged.
Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right.
Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. Large bet on myself in round one. That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Why would I want to know that? It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too.
For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. 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!
As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Why did you bring us here? That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him!
Why would I want to know that? Why did you bring us here? We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. And yet you haven’t said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you?
Do a flip! Meh. Take me to your leader! Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! This is the worst part. The calm before the battle.
For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. 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!
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. I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.
Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. You are the last hope of the universe. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually!
Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.
Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very…