For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.

Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!

Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Hey, guess what you’re accessories to.

Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged.

Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. I’ll get my kit!

  1. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
  2. There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like!
  3. Fry, we have a crate to deliver.

I’m Santa Claus!

Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. 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!

  • And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
  • We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home.
  • Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

Bender?! You stole the atom. That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually!

9756There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! Why did you bring us here? We’re rescuing ya. 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?

Ow, my spirit! Why not indeed! You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.

That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? I don’t want to be rescued. 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.

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. There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!

That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. 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!

But I’ve never been to the moon! No, she’ll probably make me do it. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?

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. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.

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And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! 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.

Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.

Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! 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 dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you.