What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‚It is!’ My precious torso!
Oh yeah, good luck with that. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!
Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Look, last night was a mistake. Why did you bring us here? But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. 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!
Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!
Pansy. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Eeeee! Now say „nuclear wessels”!
- You lived before you met me?!
- And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
- Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.
Moving along…
Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo!
- And I’m his friend Jesus.
- Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‚will’?
- And remember, don’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don’t not do it!
I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie!
Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Oh God, what have I done? No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.
I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! I suppose I could part with ‚one’ and still be feared… Bender?! You stole the atom. When will that be?
Why would a robot need to drink? 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’!
Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.
It’s a T. It goes „tuh”. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. No, just a regular mistake. Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very…
Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?
No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
How much did you make me? Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! Guess again. No! Don’t jump! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.
I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‚will’? Eeeee! Now say „nuclear wessels”! Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you.
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. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things.