I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day. Ow, my spirit! Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! Hello, little man. I will destroy you!
- Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies.
- Oh right. I forgot about the battle.
- Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun?
OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. We’re also Santa Claus! And yet you haven’t said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? Hello Morbo, how’s the family?
THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Who are those horrible orange men? Say it in Russian! Bender?! You stole the atom. Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo!
No argument here. No, I’m Santa Claus! Shut up and get to the point! Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family.
Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? It’s toe-tappingly tragic! You lived before you met me?!