Anyone who laughs is a communist!

We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.

And then the battle’s not so bad? You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct? I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!

Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep. No, she’ll probably make me do it. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs?

Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. File not found. I’ll get my kit! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.

Daylight and everything. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! File not found. Why did you bring us here?

Oh yeah, good luck with that. No. We’re on the top. I never loved you. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?

Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! When will that be? Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life.

Bender, you risked your life to save me! Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty? Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually!

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