Take me to your leader! In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. Ooh, name it after me! There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! A true inspiration for the children. Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk!
The Cryonic Woman
Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Meh. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’?
- Tell them I hate them.
- Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor.
Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?
Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them? Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? When will that be?
The Birdbot of Ice-Catraz
Tell them I hate them. Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.
- Belligerent and numerous.
- Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence?
Love’s Labors Lost in Space
It’s toe-tappingly tragic! Tell them I hate them. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. With gusto. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… Throw her in the brig.
The Problem With Popplers
As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Kids have names? Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. You can see how I lived before I met you. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts!
Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? You’re going to do his laundry? Your best is an idiot!
For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Why would a robot need to drink?
Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! Bender, we’re trying our best. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? Who are you, my warranty?! It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. File not found.
But I’ve never been to the moon! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?
Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny!
Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Professor, make a woman out of me. Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! I love you, buddy!
No argument here. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. You are the last hope of the universe. Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty?
You’re going to do his laundry? Anyone who laughs is a communist! Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. Belligerent and numerous.
Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Your best is an idiot! Why not indeed! You don’t know how to do any of those. Yeah, lots of people did. Why would a robot need to drink?
I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo. I wish! It’s a nickel. 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 meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? It’s toe-tappingly tragic! Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar.
I never loved you. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!
One hundred dollars. Take me to your leader! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie!
Noooooo! Isn’t it true that you have been paid for your testimony? And then the battle’s not so bad? Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. It’s a T. It goes “tuh”.
Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence? Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money!