Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. You can crush me but you can't crush my spirit! I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool. I don't want to be rescued. 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.

No, I'm Santa Claus! Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news! I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. I was all of history's great robot actors - Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny!

And I'd do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. Also Zoidberg. Hello Morbo, how's the family? Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?

Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There's only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Bender, you risked your life to save me! Aww, it's true. I've been hiding it for so long.

Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. I just told you! You've killed me! Kif might! Of all the friends I've had… you're the first. I wish! It's a nickel.

Whatkind of a father would I be if I said no? They're like sex, except I'm having them! Who are those horrible orange men? Kids have names? She also liked to shut up!

Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. Why not indeed! Oh, I think we should just stay friends. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school!

I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! Belligerent and numerous. Fetal stemcells, aren't those controversial? Shut up and take my money!

Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. Soon enough. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.

We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Calculon is gonna kill us and it's all everybody else's fault! I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. I don't 'need' to drink. I can quit anytime I want!

I had more, but you go ahead. She also liked to shut up! One hundred dollars. This opera's as lousy as it is brilliant! Your lyrics lack subtlety. You can't just have your characters announce how they feel. That makes me feel angry!

Guess again. Oh God, what have I done? A sexy mistake. Meh. You don't know how to do any of those.

And then the battle's not so bad? Hello Morbo, how's the family? This opera's as lousy as it is brilliant! Your lyrics lack subtlety. You can't just have your characters announce how they feel. That makes me feel angry!

Moving along… Bender, we're trying our best. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. A sexy mistake. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court!

They're like sex, except I'm having them! Really?! That could be 'my' beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. 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?

Kids have names? My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book 'Earth in the Balance'', and the much more popular ''Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth', we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Why would a robot need to drink? And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Okay, it's 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can't hold the charge and the reception isn't very… I just told you! You've killed me!

I'm Santa Claus! Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Meh. Soothe us with sweet lies. Actually, that's still true.

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Leela's gonna kill me. Shinier than yours, meatbag. Shut up and take my money! This is the worst part. The calm before the battle.

Moving along… And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? Okay, I like a challenge. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!