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I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Also Zoidberg. Ugh, it's filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we're at it? It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?
Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. No, I'm Santa Claus! Calculon is gonna kill us and it's all everybody else's fault! I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later.
Fry! Stay back! He's too powerful! Large bet on myself in round one. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn't make sense. But, okay! Our love isn't any different from yours, except it's hotter, because I'm involved.
Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. Bender?! You stole the atom. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. 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…
Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Daylight and everything. 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.
And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? Belligerent and numerous. Yeah, lots of people did. Just once I'd like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn't bound and gagged.
We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Now Fry, it's been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? 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.
I'm a thing. 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. You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Is the Space Pope reptilian!?
I haven't felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don't pay you or let you go.
And when we woke up, we had these bodies. 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.
Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! Hello, little man. I will destroy you! All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school!
