# Yeah, lots of people did.

This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! And then the battle’s not so bad? It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!

With gusto. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. 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!

## Belligerent and numerous.

Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute.

1. Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life.
2. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually!
3. Bender, we’re trying our best.

### Yes! In your face, Gandhi!

Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! And I’m his friend Jesus. But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.

* You mean while I’m sleeping in it?
* Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.
* Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful!

It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.

Daylight and everything. Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? And remember, don’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don’t not do it!

I didn’t ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd.

Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.

Belligerent and numerous. We’re also Santa Claus! You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? It’s a T. It goes “tuh”.

Why would I want to know that? 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. I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day.

Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most. Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger.

We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?

Can I use the gun? Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Bender, you risked your life to save me!

I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me!

It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to 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…