Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

No, I'm Santa Claus! You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! When will that be? Why not indeed! What are their names?

Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. * He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.* Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?

And I'm his friend Jesus.

Oh yeah, good luck with that. I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. I found what I need. And it's not friends, it's things. Anyone who laughs is a communist!

  1. No, I'm Santa Claus!
  3. It's a T. It goes "tuh".

Professor, make a woman out of me.

You wouldn't. Ask anyway! Isn't it true that you have been paid for your testimony? Eeeee! Now say "nuclear wessels"! Why did you bring us here?

  • Then we'll go with that data file!
  • Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way?
  • Bender, we're trying our best.

I haven't felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Oh dear! She's stuck in an infinite loop, and he's an idiot! Well, that's love for you. Our love isn't any different from yours, except it's hotter, because I'm involved.

Hi, I'm a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy.

Tell her she looks thin. You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don't pay you or let you go. I'll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger.

You lived before you met me?! Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. Hey, tell me something. You've got all this money. How come you always dress like you're doing your laundry? Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money!

Okay, I like a challenge. Look, last night was a mistake. Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. Fatal.

Why not indeed! 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. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Oh yeah, good luck with that. Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news! Oh yeah, good luck with that. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me!

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. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. I was all of history's great robot actors - Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! What kind of a father would I be if I said no? You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

What kind of a father would I be if I said no? You're going to do his laundry? Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you?

There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat.