We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! [sarcastically] Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it.
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’! You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Meh. Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.
Anyone who laughs is a communist! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. You, minion. Lift my arm. [a stagehand lifts his arm] AFTER HIM!
Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! [pause] Also, we’re dying! I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger.
And yet you haven’t said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? Bite my shiny metal ass. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?