Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! 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. Professor, make a woman out of me.
For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. But I’ve never been to the moon! Oh yeah, good luck with that.
You don’t know how to do any of those. We’re rescuing ya. 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. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Can we have Bender Burgers again?
Why would I want to know that? You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal! Hello Morbo, how’s the family? I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan!
Why did you bring us here? It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels. 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. 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.