Quotes

A little lower. Lower. Lower. A lot lower. Too low! ... Lower!

Ndnd: Little one, get out of there. I'm going to count to blorx!
Jrrr: But, elder one--
Ndnd: Flingle…glorg…glorg and a gloob…

All in. Call my mighty bid at your peril.

Leela: Fry, why are you looking for Flexo in my underpants drawer?
Fry: I didn't find him ten minutes ago, so I thought it was time to check again.

[singing]
Pop a Poppler in your mouth,
When you come to Fishy Joe's,
What they're made of is a mystery,
Where they come from, no one knows,
You can pick 'em,
You can lick 'em,
You can chew 'em,
You can stick 'em,
If you promise not to sue us,
You can shove one up your nose.