Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food.
Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.
Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? And when we woke up, we had these bodies.
Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.
They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.
- As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead.
- Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts!
- No! The cat shelter’s on to me.
So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct?
Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger.
- I never loved you.
- That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave.
- I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?