Put Your Head on my Shoulder


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. Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. I could if you hadn’t turned on the light and shut off my stereo.

Love’s Labors Lost in Space


Noooooo! We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! Hey, guess what you’re accessories to.

They’re like sex, except I’m having them! I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy.