You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see!
Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry? You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal! Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo!
You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! Ooh, name it after me! Say it in Russian! Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually!
I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in.
Shut up and take my money! Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?
- Can we have Bender Burgers again?
- I’m Santa Claus!
- There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like!
Your best is an idiot!
Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!
- And then the battle’s not so bad?
- You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!
- Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, «Straighten your pope hat.» And «Put on your good vestments.»
Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Ooh, name it after me!
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. Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor.
No, I’m Santa Claus! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Ask her how her day was.
Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most.
Ask her how her day was. Anyone who laughs is a communist! You’re going to do his laundry? Really?! These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are.
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! Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right.
Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all. Tell her she looks thin. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. Why would I want to know that?
Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go. Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars.
WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT! 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’!
Ummm…to eBay? Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun?