Belligerent and numerous.
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Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you?
Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? But I’ve never been to the moon! 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.
Daylight and everything.
Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Actually, that’s still true. Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. I’ll get my kit!
- That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?
- Soothe us with sweet lies.
- No, I’m Santa Claus!
And then the battle’s not so bad?
In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. 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.
- But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop.
- Shinier than yours, meatbag.
- Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court!
We’re also Santa Claus! You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Really?! Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!
That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. I don’t want to be rescued. Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute.
All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Why would a robot need to drink? I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny!
Actually, that’s still true. Pansy. Why not indeed! Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? It’s a T. It goes “tuh”.
I had more, but you go ahead. Shut up and get to the point! Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. 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.
These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. Now what? Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. No, I’m Santa Claus!
These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped. Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you!
Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Soon enough.
No, she’ll probably make me do it. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars.
Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools.
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