Noooooo!

Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat. Shut up and take my money! I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared…

You mean while I’m sleeping in it? And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Shut up and get to the point! You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that.

Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.

As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff! Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute.

1. But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver.
2. File not found.
3. Is that a cooking show?

Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.”

I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!

• Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.
• 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.
• Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression!

Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? 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? In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. File not found. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! No! Don’t jump!

I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. 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.

Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Bite my shiny metal ass. Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.” Really?! Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! You are the last hope of the universe. Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? I had more, but you go ahead.

Your best is an idiot! Guess again. Kids have names? Bender, quit destroying the universe! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.

These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Bender, quit destroying the universe! You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me!

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. Shinier than yours, meatbag. Yes! In your face, Gandhi! I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy.

Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Tell them I hate them. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

We’re rescuing ya. 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! Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies.