Die neue A-Klasse Limousine hat in Sachen Aerodynamik die Nase vorn! 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! But I've never been to the moon!
I'll get my kit! WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT! You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! 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.
Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.
Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it… then perhaps gifts! We're rescuing ya. I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there!
- Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient?
- Who's brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere?
Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker.
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. You, a bobsleder!? That I'd like to see! Meh.
- Ugh, it's filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we're at it?
- Are you crazy? I can't swallow that.
- Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There's only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo!
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. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?
Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Now what? I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?