Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Who are you, my warranty?! Say what?
Roswell That Ends Well
Soon enough. Fry, we have a crate to deliver. 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 what? We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera.
- Too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.
- We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera.
- All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!
The Problem With Popplers
This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. 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. I’m Santa Claus!
How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back
Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.
- Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.
- A sexy mistake.
- Soon enough.
- Tell them I hate them.
I Second That Emotion
Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most. 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. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness.