Oh right. I forgot about the battle. Eeeee! Now say «nuclear wessels»! Meh. Okay, I like a challenge. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?
Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?
I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. I never loved you. Bender?! You stole the atom. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock.
We don’t have a brig. I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. Why yes! Thanks for noticing.
For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! 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.