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Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Kif might! That's a popular name today. Little "e", big "B"? I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Shut up and get to the point!

Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Yes! In your face, Gandhi! If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?

Oh dear! She's stuck in an infinite loop, and he's an idiot! Well, that's love for you. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.

What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! 'It is!' My precious torso! Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? You can crush me but you can't crush my spirit!

I've got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I'm going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now 'I'' have to pay ''them'! Well, let's just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.

Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Then we'll go with that data file!

You're going to do his laundry? Bender, this is Fry's decision… and he made it wrong. So it's time for us to interfere in his life. Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker.

Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! 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.

Anyone who laughs is a communist! You don't know how to do any of those. No, she'll probably make me do it. I've got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I'm going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now 'I'' have to pay ''them'!

Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. 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.

Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars. I'll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me!