• Kif might! She also liked to shut up! With a warning label this big?

    Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. Shut up and get to the point!

  • A Clone of My Own, right?

    And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. It’s toe-tappingly tragic!

  • Help, help, I’m being repressed!

    Well, she turned me into a newt. The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Well, we did do the nose. Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. The nose? But you are dressed as one…