Uuummmm, this is a tasty burger!

I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that.

No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! I don’t want to be rescued. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway!

I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. Why not indeed! Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life.

You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.

Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it. Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! 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!

  1. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!
  2. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?
  3. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient?

Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Fatal. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.

  • Ow, my spirit!
  • Why would I want to know that?
  • Also Zoidberg.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells.

Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! 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?

Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. I can explain. It’s very valuable. I don’t know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas.

Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. I don’t know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas.

Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most. In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry?

You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver.

Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Okay, I like a challenge. Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! Yes! In your face, Gandhi!

Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!

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! Large bet on myself in round one. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!

No. We’re on the top. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. I just told you! You’ve killed me! Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it.

Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in.