Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems.

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I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. When will that be? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

Now what? I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!

I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died.

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. Who am I making this out to? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

  1. Moving along…
  2. Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”!
  3. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab?

Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial?

In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. 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.

  • Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news!
  • OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
  • I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.

Bender, quit destroying the universe! Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. When will that be? Why not indeed! I wish! It’s a nickel. Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers?

There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. You don’t know how to do any of those. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers.

Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.

Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.

Oh right. I forgot about the battle. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? 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.

No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!

Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. I’ll get my kit! But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there!

What are their names? So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct? OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Fry, we have a crate to deliver.

No, I’m Santa Claus! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me.

Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.

Bender, quit destroying the universe! I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! Kif might! Yeah, lots of people did. Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault!

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