A Flight to Remember

Who am I making this out to? You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!

Meh. A sexy mistake. As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute.

Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.

You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!

You know, I was God once. Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!

I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Oh God, what have I done? Take me to your leader!

I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. You're going to do his laundry? And when we woke up, we had these bodies. I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?

You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Bender, you risked your life to save me! Oh yeah, good luck with that. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Also Zoidberg.

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school! Negative, bossy meat creature! Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. I'll get my kit!

Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. It's a T. It goes "tuh". 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! I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.

Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. I'm Santa Claus! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.

Oh God, what have I done? Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.

A sexy mistake. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.

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. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you!

Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Yeah, lots of people did. Moving along…

Hello Morbo, how's the family? Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. You lived before you met me?! Can I use the gun?

Tell them I hate them. Who am I making this out to? You are the last hope of the universe. Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Why did you bring us here?

Shut up and get to the point! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. No. We're on the top. There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! I wish! It's a nickel.

I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Okay, I like a challenge.

Time Keeps on Slippin'

You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Who am I making this out to? I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.

No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Is the Space Pope reptilian!? I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig".

You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Why did you bring us here? I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". That's the ONLY thing about being a slave.

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. A sexy mistake. We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!

Hello Morbo, how's the family? You lived before you met me?! Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Oh God, what have I done? Who am I making this out to?

Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. You are the last hope of the universe. We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal!

Oh yeah, good luck with that. Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it!

You're going to do his laundry? Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Moving along… Shut up and get to the point!

There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! Also Zoidberg. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. It's a T. It goes "tuh". Bender, we're trying our best.

Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. 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! I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Negative, bossy meat creature! Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.

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. Meh. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.

Yeah, lots of people did. Oh God, what have I done? You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Bender, you risked your life to save me!

What kind of a father would I be if I said no? I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Take me to your leader! I'm Santa Claus! A sexy mistake.

You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?

I wish! It's a nickel. No. We're on the top. Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you!

And when we woke up, we had these bodies. You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Tell them I hate them. As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead.

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. I'll get my kit! Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Can I use the gun? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. That's not soon enough!

When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. You can see how I lived before I met you. Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression!

Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? You know, I was God once. A sexy mistake. Okay, I like a challenge.

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school!

That's Lobstertainment

Why did you bring us here? That's not soon enough! When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults. Can I use the gun?

I'm Santa Claus! You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Oh yeah, good luck with that. Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.

I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? No. We're on the top. But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. Bender, we're trying our best. Tell them I hate them.

Is the Space Pope reptilian!? You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.

And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! You are the last hope of the universe. Take me to your leader!

Oh God, what have I done? Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. It's a T. It goes "tuh". I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Also Zoidberg.

You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!

We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! Okay, I like a challenge. Bender, you risked your life to save me! Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness.

Oh God, what have I done? Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". What kind of a father would I be if I said no? You can see how I lived before I met you. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie!

Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.

Meh. Shut up and get to the point! And when we woke up, we had these bodies.

You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! You're going to do his laundry? I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? 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.

A sexy mistake. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. You lived before you met me?!

A sexy mistake. 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. A sexy mistake.

There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." Moving along… Hello Morbo, how's the family?

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? I'll get my kit! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Negative, bossy meat creature! You know, I was God once.

Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? A sexy mistake.

You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie! You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! No. We're on the top. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. I wish! It's a nickel.

Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Okay, I like a challenge. Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school!

Take me to your leader! I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! You wouldn't. Ask anyway! You are the last hope of the universe.

Hello Morbo, how's the family? A sexy mistake. 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! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase.

You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you! Yeah, lots of people did. That's not soon enough!

Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression!

Oh yeah, good luck with that. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Meh. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? Oh God, what have I done?

Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?

You're going to do his laundry? You know, I was God once. When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults.

That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.

I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Bender, you risked your life to save me! What kind of a father would I be if I said no? I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it!

No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! 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. Negative, bossy meat creature! Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Why did you bring us here?

Can I use the gun? Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family.

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. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". You lived before you met me?! We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! You can see how I lived before I met you.

Oh God, what have I done? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Bender, we're trying our best.

And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Who am I making this out to? I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?

A sexy mistake. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. I'll get my kit!

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell them I hate them. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". It's a T. It goes "tuh". Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

Crimes of the Hot

Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! You are the last hope of the universe.

We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! A sexy mistake. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Who am I making this out to?

Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. And when we woke up, we had these bodies.

Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? I'm Santa Claus! Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. I'll get my kit! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig".

You're going to do his laundry? A sexy mistake. Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

Okay, I like a challenge. Why did you bring us here? I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.

I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." Oh God, what have I done?

Moving along… Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! Meh.

You can see how I lived before I met you. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Tell them I hate them. Hello Morbo, how's the family? Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.

Yeah, lots of people did. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Take me to your leader! Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase. You lived before you met me?!

You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Oh God, what have I done? I wish! It's a nickel. And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it!

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. I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!

As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Also Zoidberg.

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. But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. Can I use the gun? You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie!

Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. You know, I was God once. It's a T. It goes "tuh". Oh yeah, good luck with that. Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Negative, bossy meat creature!

Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school! That's not soon enough! When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults. There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! No. We're on the top.

I'm Santa Claus! Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused.

I wish! It's a nickel. When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults. Shut up and get to the point! You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!

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'll get my kit! 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. I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments."

That's not soon enough! Tell them I hate them. And when we woke up, we had these bodies.

Who am I making this out to? I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Take me to your leader! Moving along… It's a T. It goes "tuh". Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you!

Hello Morbo, how's the family? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Okay, I like a challenge. What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Negative, bossy meat creature!

Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. You lived before you met me?! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Bender, you risked your life to save me! Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.

Oh God, what have I done? A sexy mistake. You wouldn't. Ask anyway! We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. A sexy mistake.

I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! A sexy mistake. You're going to do his laundry?

Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family.

You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.

Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. You know, I was God once.

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. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Oh God, what have I done? Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!

Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. You are the last hope of the universe. Also Zoidberg. Meh. But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. No. We're on the top.

Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Yeah, lots of people did. Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Who am I making this out to?

Oh yeah, good luck with that. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Why did you bring us here?

You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! 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!

Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie! Bender, we're trying our best.

As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars. Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you! You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. Who am I making this out to?

Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! That's not soon enough!

Okay, I like a challenge. Bender, we're trying our best. I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Hello Morbo, how's the family?

I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

Bender, you risked your life to save me! A sexy mistake. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase.

Why did you bring us here? A sexy mistake. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. 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. I wish! It's a nickel. Who am I making this out to?

I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family.

Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Also Zoidberg. Tell them I hate them. Meh.

You're going to do his laundry? We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie! You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! You wouldn't. Ask anyway!

Shut up and get to the point! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. Oh God, what have I done? I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?

Oh God, what have I done? You know, I was God once. That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. You lived before you met me?! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school!

Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. It's a T. It goes "tuh". 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. When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults.

Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? You wouldn't. Ask anyway! I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.

What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Take me to your leader! Oh yeah, good luck with that. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?

Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! I'll get my kit! I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. A sexy mistake. There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!

Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Negative, bossy meat creature! Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.

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! Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera.

You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Can I use the gun? Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig".

Moving along… And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. You are the last hope of the universe. You can see how I lived before I met you.

Leela's Homeworld

Bender, we're trying our best. You are the last hope of the universe. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie! Oh yeah, good luck with that.

Okay, I like a challenge. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk!

Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Bender, you risked your life to save me! You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me!

What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school! And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Shut up and get to the point! Why did you bring us here?

Also Zoidberg. It's a T. It goes "tuh". Tell them I hate them. Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?

Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family.

Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead.

No. We're on the top. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults.

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. That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. Who am I making this out to?

Hello Morbo, how's the family? You wouldn't. Ask anyway! A sexy mistake. I'll get my kit! I wish! It's a nickel. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!

I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. 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.

Take me to your leader! We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Oh God, what have I done? You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal!

Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase.

Oh God, what have I done? Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? 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! You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. You lived before you met me?!

Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! Meh. Negative, bossy meat creature! Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.

Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. You can see how I lived before I met you. We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! Yeah, lots of people did. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. I meant 'physically'. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?

Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig". Moving along… Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?

Who am I making this out to? A sexy mistake. I'm Santa Claus! I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.