Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that.
One hundred dollars. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like! I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in.
Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! No argument here. Bender, we’re trying our best. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! 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.
Shinier than yours, meatbag.
OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Large bet on myself in round one. Pansy. I didn’t ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! I had more, but you go ahead. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny!
- Who are you, my warranty?!
- THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN!
- 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.
You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.
When will that be? I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Why not indeed! Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.
- The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate.
- A sexy mistake.
- No! Don’t jump!
Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Fry, we have a crate to deliver. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
Then we’ll go with that data file! I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
Really?! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. No argument here. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually!
Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. Ooh, name it after me!
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’! She also liked to shut up!
We’re rescuing ya. Belligerent and numerous. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?
Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you?
Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him!
Who am I making this out to? As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. I’m a thing.
But existing is basically all I do! Large bet on myself in round one. It must be wonderful. Take me to your leader! Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.
I don’t want to be rescued. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? It doesn’t look so shiny to me. I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?
