Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first. No, she’ll probably make me do it. You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Shut up and get to the point!
A sexy mistake. Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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! You don’t know how to do any of those.
It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first. Then we’ll go with that data file!
Fear of a Bot Planet
Then we’ll go with that data file! You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
The Late Philip J. Fry
It must be wonderful. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid.