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Oh, it’s for you. And the other hamburger will also be made of your lungs. So long, pal. I won’t testify on grounds that my organs will be chopped up into a patty. The 67th Amendment. I may be a simple, country chicken, but I know when we’re finger-licked. What if we plead insanity? A few months in an insane asylum? I could do it on my head. If you start now, it might help our case. What evidence do you offer to support this new plea of insanity? They done hired me to represent them.
We can do that, too. Who’s ready to fight for equality? The devolution revolution has begun! Beautiful mutants, Hello, sewer city. As longtime mutants ourselves, we support your righteous struggle, and we’ll do anything we can for you! No. Play the other one. their attention, where they sit by bending the West Side pipeway to return all sewage to the surface. bend such a huge pipe? So lonely. Poor, sad Bender. Bend it! Bend it! Bend it! Bend it! What goes down must back up. I picked the wrong day to wear my new crocses.
Am I the only one who thinks this is all a sham? This isn’t heaven. and makes us immortal, which I find suspicious. Allow me to explain. Centuries ago, I sent an image of myself into the minds of your artists. The heavenly clouds they painted depict a vapor I exude. I wish I exuded anything Then what about these angels? Some kind of Scooby Doo-esque flashlight projection? those are mindless jakabirds. They keep my surface free of parasitic larvae. You didn’t like Country Bear Jamboree either, Leela.
I’m working on Seymour’s doghouse. No one ever asked if Bender would like to live in a tiny little house. A tiny little house that says Benderon it. This is Fry. If you’re calling about the used towels for sale… they’re still available for $45 each. Phil, it’s your father. Where are you? You’re holding up New Year’s brunch. Your brother can’t wait any longer. Hello, first bologna of the new millennium. Here he comes. That’s him and Seymour. Well, that’s weird. Seymour’s here, but- Go! Go! Touchdown! But where’s Philip? I’m telling you, the Y2K computers got him.
People already interfered. That planet was mined hollow. By an Order of Planets mining crew. This doesn’t make any sense. I don’t pretend to understand Brannigan’s Law. I enforce it. Fine, we’ll save the animals alone. I’m afraid I can’t allow that. Guards! What just happened? He’s throwing us in prison. Dang! Can I get this wrapped up? hadn’t thrown me in prison. You really are too picky. I’ve got some musing to do. I’m facing a formidable female adversary. Suggestions? I fail to see any problem, sir.
Bite my red-hot glowing ass! Wait a minute. Red-hot glowing ass? I’ll be right back. No! Nibbler! Professor? I need another bikini. Okay, I think there’s one can left. There. How do I look? Like a cheap French harlot. French? make time with a real man? No. I’m not attracted to bullies, no matter how big… and handsome they are. I got a lot of work to do. Sir, you don’t understand. I’m a professional beach bully. I pretend to steal your girl, you punch me, I go down…
Six, seven, eight One, two, three Turn the key My dirty, shifty friend? Hey, Fry, long time. Legion of Madfellows, man. Why’d you bonk me, you idiot? And where are we? This doesn’t look like your regular dumpster. All in good time! I guess now is a good time. We are on Mars, in a forgotten cavern abandoned by the native Martians a million years ago. Actually, it was five years ago. I remember’cause they washed my socks. You have done well, Fry. You have ingratiated yourself with Leo Wong.