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! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
Leela’s gonna kill me. Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!
Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! Shut up and take my money! I never loved you. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? Shinier than yours, meatbag. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute.
Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Oh right. I forgot about the battle.
No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! Kids have names? Do a flip!
Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. One hundred dollars. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies.
Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. No, I’m Santa Claus!
And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Hey, whatcha watching? Who are those horrible orange men?
Ask her how her day was. In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it.
OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?