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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 or we walk! I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! Your best is an idiot! You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?
Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. I’m a thing. Good news, everyone! I’ve taught the toaster to feel love! Soothe us with sweet lies.
- Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression!
- Bender, we’re trying our best.
- Is that a cooking show?
Oh sure! Blame the wizards!
Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? Oh sure! Blame the wizards! We’re also Santa Claus! 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’!
- Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?
- Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them?
- I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.
I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. File not found. You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Can I use the gun? Soon enough.
When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it.
Who am I making this out to? Also Zoidberg. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? It must be wonderful.
Anyone who laughs is a communist! You can see how I lived before I met you. No, I’m Santa Claus! THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems.
Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.” Negative, bossy meat creature! Tell her she looks thin.
There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very…
I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there!
This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.
Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker. Look, last night was a mistake. Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Okay, I like a challenge.
They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? You can see how I lived before I met you. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head.
It’s toe-tappingly tragic! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Oh, I think we should just stay friends.
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