I’ll get my kit!
Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‚will’? You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! 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.
You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? It’s toe-tappingly tragic! Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first.
Fry, we have a crate to deliver.
Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is 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! Bender, you risked your life to save me!
- It’s toe-tappingly tragic!
- Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family.
- Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!
You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit!
I had more, but you go ahead. 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.
- Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried?
- You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see!
- WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT!
Shinier than yours, meatbag. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! So, how ’bout them Knicks? My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‚Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.
Fry, we have a crate to deliver. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
Bender, quit destroying the universe! Why not indeed! Who are you, my warranty?! Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that.
Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. That could be ‚my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing.
Also Zoidberg. Ummm…to eBay? Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! Really?!
I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? I didn’t ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans!
Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!
I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit!
We’re also Santa Claus! Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? Guess again. Can we have Bender Burgers again? Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence?
Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. A sexy mistake. Bender?! You stole the atom. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own!
Who are those horrible orange men? They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. No! The cat shelter’s on to me.