The quotes
If I had ever heard of it, it would have been what I had always dreamed of.
Bender: Clumsy bludgeoning, please.
Suicide Booth: You have selected clumsy bludgeoning. For an additional $10, would you like your eyes scooped out with a melon-baller?
Bender: What the heck, I'll treat myself.
Suicide Booth: You have selected clumsy bludgeoning. For an additional $10, would you like your eyes scooped out with a melon-baller?
Bender: What the heck, I'll treat myself.
Hell of a thing to send a universe to certain doom. Fun, though. Makes a man feel big.
Bender: Are all the tests going to involve drinking?
Calculon: It never occurred to me before, but yes.
Bender: Wohoo! Just like med school!
Calculon: It never occurred to me before, but yes.
Bender: Wohoo! Just like med school!
Calculon: Presenting our newest member.
Fender: That's right, baby!
Bender: Hot diggity daffodil!
Fender: That's right, baby!
Bender: Hot diggity daffodil!
Sweet bongo of the Congo!
In Jamaica, we got 10-story office buildings lower than that.
That's why they call me 11-inch Conrad.
Porn. Porn. Free porn. Get rich watching porn? I find that rather hard to believe.
Warning, perform virus scan? Pffft, I'm waiting for porn over here.
Warning, perform virus scan? Pffft, I'm waiting for porn over here.
Jrrr: I'm gonna call you "T. "
Fry: For terrestrial?
Jrrr: No, "turd-eater".
Fry: For terrestrial?
Jrrr: No, "turd-eater".
I'll never forget the feel of his soft skin against my flailing fists.
Brannigan! Get out here and surrender before I get my expletives deleted!
Well, I never liked going to Omicron Persei 8 anyway. If we want to breathe sulfuric acid and get our heads torn off by giant lizards, we can always go to Gary, Indiana.
Hermes: I will not endanger this crew for some quack remedy.
Farnsworth: Ha! The Sacred Weed of Omicron is a serious herb.
Hermes: Sacred Weed you say? Sweet toke of Ocracoke, this stuff's the Omichronic! To the ship!
Farnsworth: Ha! The Sacred Weed of Omicron is a serious herb.
Hermes: Sacred Weed you say? Sweet toke of Ocracoke, this stuff's the Omichronic! To the ship!
Leela: Thank you, Jrrr. I hope you'll always think of me as your mom.
Jrrr: When my species grows up, we eat our moms!
Jrrr: When my species grows up, we eat our moms!
Oh, they're great! They're like sex, except I'm having them!
They're tasty, right? Let's call 'em "Tasticles".