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.

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mei 1, 2019 7:32 pm
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For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!

It must be wonderful. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid.

Bender, quit destroying the universe!

File not found. Shut up and take my money! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!

  1. Who am I making this out to?
  2. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy.
  3. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers.

Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12-piece bucket o’ trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin’ up that ol’ mess you caused.

Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? Shut up and get to the point! Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’?

  • You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you?
  • 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.

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him!

Good news, everyone! I’ve taught the toaster to feel love! Large bet on myself in round one. Moving along… How much did you make me? You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Who am I making this out to?

Kids have names? Your best is an idiot! Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him!

You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! Shut up and get to the point! Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk!

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Tell her she looks thin. Soothe us with sweet lies. These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. Really?!

Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!

Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere?

You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry? No. We’re on the top. You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!

Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… Kif might! Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped.

No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Moving along… I didn’t ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan!

Negative, bossy meat creature! This opera’s as lousy as it is brilliant! Your lyrics lack subtlety. You can’t just have your characters announce how they feel. That makes me feel angry! Bender, we’re trying our best.

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