You don’t know how to do any of those.
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Take me to your leader! One hundred dollars. Why would I want to know that? Tell her she looks thin.
We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.
You wouldn’t. Ask anyway!
Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Oh right. I forgot about the battle. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
- Good news, everyone! I’ve taught the toaster to feel love!
- Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg!
- That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?
I had more, but you go ahead.
I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.
- There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!
- Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.
Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Guess again. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying!
I love you, buddy! Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers?
I can explain. It’s very valuable. Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN!
Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. Ooh, name it after me! Say what? Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ‘cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans!
Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. And until then, I can never die? I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. I can explain. It’s very valuable. Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff!
There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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.
It doesn’t look so shiny to me. No, I’m Santa Claus! Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Fatal. A sexy mistake. And then the battle’s not so bad?
Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. I love you, buddy! Hello, little man. I will destroy you! No, just a regular mistake. Noooooo!
Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film!
Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it. Ow, my spirit! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Shut up and get to the point! I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.
So, how ‘bout them Knicks? It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. Bender, we’re trying our best. And I’m his friend Jesus. You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?
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