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It must be wonderful.

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No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty? Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. There, […]

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 […]

And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.

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It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. Say it in Russian! I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. It’s a T. […]

Kif might!

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That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. Soothe us with sweet lies. Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. Why would a robot need to drink? You’re going to do his laundry? Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that […]

Bender, you risked your life to save me!

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In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease […]

It must be wonderful.

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With gusto. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? I had more, but you go ahead. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. Bender, we’re trying our […]

Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.

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Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Anyone who laughs is a communist! Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. No. We’re on the top. Belligerent and numerous. Oh right. I forgot about the battle. That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet […]

And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab?

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What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker. What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. No, she’ll probably make me do […]

Why not indeed!

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It’s toe-tappingly tragic! When will that be? Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.” We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. And I’m his friend Jesus. Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why […]