She also liked to shut up! I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood!
I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
- Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault!
- Fry, we have a crate to deliver.
Oh right. I forgot about the battle. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. Oh right. I forgot about the battle. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!
Look, last night was a mistake. You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Actually, that’s still true. Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long.
- You guys realize you live in a sewer, right?
- Daylight and everything.
- Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. One hundred dollars. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! Throw her in the brig.
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? I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. Hello, little man. I will destroy you! Daylight and everything.
Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Hey, whatcha watching? You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!
Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase «upside your head.» I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You’d think it would be something you’d have to freebase. How much did you make me? Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying!
I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own!
We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried? I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file!
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. Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.
But I’ve never been to the moon! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Eeeee! Now say «nuclear wessels»! Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools.
No, she’ll probably make me do it. Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. You mean while I’m sleeping in it?
Guess again. Then we’ll go with that data file! 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.
Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff! Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Your best is an idiot!
All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Is that a cooking show? Noooooo!
Noooooo! We don’t have a brig. Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? Fry, we have a crate to deliver. Ooh, name it after me!
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. That’s not soon enough! Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. No. We’re on the top. Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty?
You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! I wish! It’s a nickel. Oh yeah, good luck with that. Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. I’m Santa Claus! Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose.
Tell them I hate them. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Bender?! You stole the atom. They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?