You lived before you met me?! With gusto. Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. [having quickly written a book to trap the Big Brain in] There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Say it in Russian!
Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! Bender, quit destroying the universe! These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. I love you, buddy!
You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! I’m Santa Claus!
Oh God, what have I done? One hundred dollars. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! [sigh] Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies.
And when we woke up, we had these bodies. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk!