How to Cultivate Your Own Quirky Wardrobe
~As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year's costume? I'm just glad my fat, ugly mama isn't alive to see this day.
You mean while I'm sleeping in it? In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense.
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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? Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock.
- Negative, bossy meat creature!
- And I'd do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
- It's okay, Bender. I like cooking too.
Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men.
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Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that. Kids don't turn rotten just from watching TV. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools.
- Calculon is gonna kill us and it's all everybody else's fault!
- We'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go home.
- You, a bobsleder!? That I'd like to see!
What kind of a father would I be if I said no? My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book 'Earth in the Balance'', and the much more popular ''Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth', we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.
No, I'm Santa Claus! 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! Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.
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. What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! 'It is!' My precious torso! Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court!
I'm a thing. Dear God, they'll be killed on our doorstep! And there's no trash pickup until January 3rd. Hello, little man. I will destroy you! Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock. No, she'll probably make me do it.
Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. 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.
Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Man, I'm sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. And I'm his friend Jesus. Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news!
Kif might! You, a bobsleder!? That I'd like to see! Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Ask her how her day was. No! Don't jump!
I'm sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. I didn't ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! No, just a regular mistake. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.
Just once I'd like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn't bound and gagged. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Why would I want to know that? Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.
Who are those horrible orange men? Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.
Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.