Can we have Bender Burgers again?

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Say what? Oh God, what have I done? I’m a thing. We’re also Santa Claus! Kif might!

Moving along… Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

Bite my shiny metal ass.

That’s not soon enough! Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? And I’m his friend Jesus.

  1. Why yes! Thanks for noticing.
  2. What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food.
  3. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!

Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…

Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Shut up and get to the point! I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Kif might! Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’?

  • With gusto.
  • You don’t know how to do any of those.
  • Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans!

Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all. No, she’ll probably make me do it. Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men.

We don’t have a brig. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Bender, you risked your life to save me! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me.

Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! 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’!

Throw her in the brig. 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’!

But I’ve never been to the moon! Can I use the gun? Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr.

I’ll get my kit! There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like! Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” Tell them I hate them. I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day.

Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I’m Santa Claus! Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient?

I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in.

Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… Now what? 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.

Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Okay, I like a challenge. Do a flip! Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat.

I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you.

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