The World’s Best Shipwrecks
Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.
She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!
Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?
I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.
No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.
And I’m his friend Jesus. Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You’d think it would be something you’d have to freebase. 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?
Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Oh yeah, good luck with that.
It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels. Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. 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!
Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels. I don’t know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas. Bender, you risked your life to save me!
