And I’m his friend Jesus. Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home. But I’ve never been to the moon! WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT!
Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Negative, bossy meat creature! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?
- I don’t want to be rescued.
- Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…
Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Fatal. Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. I just told you! You’ve killed me!