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OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Daylight and everything. Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? Ooh, name it after me! Leela’s gonna kill me. It doesn’t look so shiny to me.

I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! No argument here. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! I never loved you.

We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home.

Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence? Isn’t it true that you have been paid for your testimony? What are their names? 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.

  1. Shut up and get to the point!
  2. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock.
  3. 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.

Oh right. I forgot about the battle.

Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! Okay, I like a challenge. 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. Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.

  • Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.
  • Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence?
  • And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet.

Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. You don’t know how to do any of those. These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. 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.

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. You are the last hope of the universe. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head.

What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Yes! In your face, Gandhi! I just told you! You’ve killed me! You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT!

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved.

OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped.

That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. Pansy. With gusto. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? No. We’re on the top. Bender, you risked your life to save me!

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… Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! It’s toe-tappingly tragic! Why not indeed! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.

Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Say what?

For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. I can explain. It’s very valuable. When will that be? WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT!

Daylight and everything. Bender, we’re trying our best. WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT! Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Leela’s gonna kill me.