Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. Belligerent and numerous. Leela’s gonna kill me. Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn’t make sense. Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”
Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? No! Don’t jump!
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.
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!