I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway! You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? I don’t want to be rescued. Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life.
There’s a report
Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain. We’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go home.
You know the worst thing about being a slave?
They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go. Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. Ask her how her day was. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.
I wish! It’s a nickel. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat.