Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.
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It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? I can explain. It’s very valuable.
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. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.
Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers.
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. Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!
- Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems.
- I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
- And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet.
I can explain. It’s very valuable.
Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money!
- Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.
- Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat.
- No! The cat shelter’s on to me.
Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Meh. Do a flip! Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.
And remember, don’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don’t not do it! But existing is basically all I do! Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun!
But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.” You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit!
Now what? Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. File not found. Moving along…
For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! Who are you, my warranty?! No, she’ll probably make me do it. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute.
Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? You mean while I’m sleeping in it?
Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.
I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! Anyone who laughs is a communist! Hello, little man. I will destroy you! Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Tell them I hate them. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts!
No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute.
That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.
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