Is the Space Pope reptilian!?

I can explain. It’s very valuable. The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me.

I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day. We don’t have a brig. Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.

You wouldn’t. Ask anyway!

Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!

  1. Hello, little man. I will destroy you!
  2. Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”
  3. Shut up and get to the point!

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.

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! Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all.

  • Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all.
  • I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’!
  • Bender?! You stole the atom.

You don’t know how to do any of those. Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! It must be wonderful. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.

Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file! Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. I’m Santa Claus! You are the last hope of the universe.

I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. No. We’re on the top. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…

And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. Now what? Why would I want to know that? File not found.

Negative, bossy meat creature! These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. You can see how I lived before I met you. Throw her in the brig. Is the Space Pope reptilian!?

You know, I was God once. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? That’s not soon enough! Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.”

Now what? I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Hey, whatcha watching? I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?

Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! Say it in Russian! Kif might! Bender, you risked your life to save me! Actually, that’s still true.

Ooh, name it after me! I wish! It’s a nickel. I just told you! You’ve killed me! Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?

No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! Moving along… There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.