Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”! Why would a robot need to drink? Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?!
Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… Fry, we have a crate to deliver. We’re also Santa Claus! Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Okay, I like a challenge. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!
Meh. I had more, but you go ahead. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan!
Isn’t it true that you have been paid for your testimony? Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. Guess again. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun?
Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute.
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