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. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Noooooo! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig".
Take me to your leader! Kif might! What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Take me to your leader! Hello, little man. I will destroy you! A sexy mistake.
Oh, I think we should just stay friends.
Yes! In your face, Gandhi! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver.
Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. Hello Morbo, how's the family? That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle.
Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!
You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! I just told you! You've killed me! No! The cat shelter's on to me. Oh, I don't have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock.
Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.
Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by "devil", I mean Robot Devil. And by "metaphorically", I mean get your coat.