Can we have Bender Burgers again?
Who are those horrible orange men? Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain.
And I’m his friend Jesus. You don’t know how to do any of those. We’re also Santa Claus! With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver.
Professor, make a woman out of me.
Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.
I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.
Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news!
No. We’re on the top.
Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd.
Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!
Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…
Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right.
Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Tell her she looks thin.
How much did you make me? No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. Shut up and get to the point!
Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty? Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.
With gusto. Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk!
Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Bender, you risked your life to save me! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.
Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that.
Tell them I hate them. Oh God, what have I done? Soon enough. This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! A true inspiration for the children.
Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain.
Okay, I like a challenge. Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’?
And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! I love you, buddy!
Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. No, she’ll probably make me do it.
