GOODIEBAGS, ANSIKTSMÅLNING, FISKDAMM, ERBJUDANDE DJ M.M

I'm just glad my fat,
ugly mama isn't alive
to see this day.

Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! Kif might! Also Zoidberg. Really?! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
Bender, you risked your life to save me! File not found. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!
You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Soon enough. Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose.
I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. It doesn’t look so shiny to me. You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!
I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.
I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day. Moving along… We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. It doesn’t look so shiny to me. You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you?
Bender, quit destroying the universe! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ’It is!’ My precious torso! Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.
Kif might! With gusto. We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious.
Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. So, how ’bout them Knicks? Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. Why would I want to know that? Yeah, lots of people did.
I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! Shut up and take my money! Who are those horrible orange men? These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are.
It’s a T. It goes ”tuh”. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first. Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker.

Now Fry, it's been a few years since medical school, so remind me.

Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Really?! 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?
Soothe us with sweet lies. And then the battle’s not so bad? 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.
As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Why would I want to know that? I don’t want to be rescued. You mean while I’m sleeping in it?
Oh sure! Blame the wizards! No argument here. Hello, little man. I will destroy you! What are their names?

And remember,
don't do anything that
affects anything,

unless...

Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Really?! 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?

Soothe us with sweet lies. And then the battle’s not so bad? 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.

As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Why would I want to know that? I don’t want to be rescued. You mean while I’m sleeping in it?

Oh sure! Blame the wizards! No argument here. Hello, little man. I will destroy you! What are their names?

The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.

I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?

Who are you, my warranty?! I just told you! You’ve killed me! Throw her in the brig. Kids have names? 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?