Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file!

I don’t know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas. That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him!

Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Really?! Then we’ll go with that data file! 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.

I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.

I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. With gusto. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.

1. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?
2. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie!
3. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock.

I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’!

Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry? Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life.

• You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me!
• You lived before you met me?!
• Bender, we’re trying our best.

No. We’re on the top. I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! Is that a cooking show? No. We’re on the top. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.

OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. Who are those horrible orange men?

How much did you make me? 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. Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first. Kif might!

You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal! Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans!

Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Really?! So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Noooooo! Actually, that’s still true. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? No, she’ll probably make me do it.

Ask her how her day was. I’ll get my kit! Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Now what?

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… Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun!

This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died.

What are their names? Anyone who laughs is a communist! Is that a cooking show? Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.