Ow, my spirit! 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? Yeah, lots of people did. You don’t know how to do any of those. Why yes! Thanks for noticing.
Why did you bring us here? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Ooh, name it after me! I wish! It’s a nickel. Say it in Russian! That’s not soon enough!
With gusto.
Kids have names? Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie!
- Bender?! You stole the atom.
- Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.
- I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things.
No argument here.
Yeah, lots of people did. I never loved you. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
- And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab?
- 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…
- Say what?
No, just a regular mistake. You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? Ow, my spirit! Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.
WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT! Soothe us with sweet lies. Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Can I use the gun?
You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal! I had more, but you go ahead. Really?! Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!
I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who am I making this out to? You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! 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’!
Leela’s gonna kill me. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Oh God, what have I done? Guess again. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing.
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 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.
No, just a regular mistake. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Oh yeah, good luck with that. Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think?
No argument here. That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway! Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny!
It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels. There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!
And yet you haven’t said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? 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!
