From Root to Tap: How Trees Ensure Fresh Water Supply
Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Yeah, lots of people did. I can explain. It's very valuable. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court!
I didn't ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year's costume? Why would a robot need to drink? We're rescuing ya. Oh, I think we should just stay friends.
Ask her how her day was. I'll get my kit! They're like sex, except I'm having them! The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep.
Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Bender, we're trying our best. Eeeee! Now say "nuclear wessels"! This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?
Bender, you risked your life to save me! Hey, whatcha watching? This opera's as lousy as it is brilliant! Your lyrics lack subtlety. You can't just have your characters announce how they feel. That makes me feel angry!
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! Who are those horrible orange men?
Why not indeed! Is the Space Pope reptilian!? I had more, but you go ahead. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…
Daylight and everything. It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?
I found what I need. And it's not friends, it's things. I'm sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. Bender, this is Fry's decision… and he made it wrong. So it's time for us to interfere in his life.
Is that a cooking show? Eeeee! Now say "nuclear wessels"! Is that a cooking show? Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court! I love you, buddy! Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions?
I could if you hadn't turned on the light and shut off my stereo. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Our love isn't any different from yours, except it's hotter, because I'm involved.