Futurama

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

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. Fry, you can't just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.

Good news, everyone! I've taught the toaster to feel love!

Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Actually, that's still true. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.

  1. Hey, whatcha watching?
  2. Shinier than yours, meatbag.
  3. You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus?
Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!

That's right, baby. I ain't your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! Then we'll go with that data file! You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that.

  • I'm Santa Claus!
  • Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.
  • I'm Santa Claus!

Fetal stemcells, aren't those controversial? Who am I making this out to? You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? And until then, I can never die?

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Oh yeah, good luck with that. Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them?

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 barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.

Professor, make a woman out of me. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it… then perhaps gifts! You won't have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you'll be doing.

Why did you bring us here? I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year's costume? Who are you, my warranty?!

Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Fetal stemcells, aren't those controversial? There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!

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… I don't know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas.

Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!

Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. It doesn't look so shiny to me. Soon enough. She also liked to shut up! Now what?

Pansy. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.

Your best is an idiot! Your best is an idiot! Aww, it's true. I've been hiding it for so long. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.