It's okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Leela's gonna kill me. As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn't make sense. But, okay! 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. Shinier than yours, meatbag.
Fry, we have a crate to deliver. I'll get my kit! Well I'da done better, but it's plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. Why did you bring us here? Tell her she looks thin. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don't pay you or let you go. You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! I never loved you.
Morbo will now introduce tonight's candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo's good friend, Richard Nixon. Bender, this is Fry's decision… and he made it wrong. So it's time for us to interfere in his life. Shut up and take my money! 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! Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men.
I didn't ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it… then perhaps gifts! OK, if everyone's finished being stupid. No. We're on the top. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.