I love you, buddy! Leela's gonna kill me. You can see how I lived before I met you. That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. I'm a thing. I don't 'need' to drink. I can quit anytime I want!

Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I'll rest easier not knowing where they are. Shut up and get to the point!

You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Yeah, lots of people did. Ummm…to eBay? Oh right. I forgot about the battle. Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be.

Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat. Now what? I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool. Calculon is gonna kill us and it's all everybody else's fault!

Who are those horrible orange men? Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. Our love isn't any different from yours, except it's hotter, because I'm involved.

I can explain. It's very valuable. Goodbye, friends. I never thought I'd die like this. But I always really hoped. It doesn't look so shiny to me. I never loved you. The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate.

You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right. 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.

I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. It's okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Moving along… Hey, tell me something. You've got all this money. How come you always dress like you're doing your laundry?

That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. Oh dear! She's stuck in an infinite loop, and he's an idiot! Well, that's love for you. Is today's hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? That could be 'my' beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing.

Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. There's no part of that sentence I didn't like! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! 'It is!' My precious torso!

It's toe-tappingly tragic! Look, last night was a mistake. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. You won't have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you'll be doing.

Why would a robot need to drink? I'll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of 'will'?

It's a T. It goes "tuh". Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court! That's not soon enough! You won't have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you'll be doing. I didn't ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy!

Who's brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? That could be 'my' beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought "Why should I?" Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film!

Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. You guys realize you live in a sewer, right?

You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! It's okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Ooh, name it after me! Yeah, lots of people did. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year's costume?

Ah, the 'Breakfast Club' soundtrack! I can't wait til I'm old enough to feel ways about stuff! I didn't ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.

Ugh, it's filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we're at it? And until then, I can never die? Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.

You, a bobsleder!? That I'd like to see! Bite my shiny metal ass. Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn't you just get me the death penalty? Michelle, I don't regret this, but I both rue and lament it. Bender, hurry! This fuel's expensive! Also, we're dying!