And when we woke up, we had these bodies. I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! 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.
Hell Is Other Robots
Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. And until then, I can never die? I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that.
- Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
- That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?
A Flight to Remember
Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… Kids have names? Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? Oh right. I forgot about the battle.
Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12-piece bucket o’ trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin’ up that ol’ mess you caused. Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?
- Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault!
- Oh sure! Blame the wizards!
- 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!
- I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians.
Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Actually, that’s still true. Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg!
My Three Suns
Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway!
No, she’ll probably make me do it. Who are you, my warranty?! 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! Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious.
There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! No, she’ll probably make me do it. When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film!
Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! Why would a robot need to drink? Shinier than yours, meatbag.
Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? You can see how I lived before I met you. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver.