I love you, buddy! Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Shinier than yours, meatbag. Meh.
Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. No, she’ll probably make me do it. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Oh, I think we should just stay friends.
And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. Ask her how her day was. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying!
I wish! It’s a nickel. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. I’m Santa Claus! In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells.
Pansy. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. No, just a regular mistake. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.
You can see how I lived before I met you. Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! A true inspiration for the children. I love you, buddy! Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court!
Professor, make a woman out of me. How much did you make me? There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.