A Stroll Through a Flowering Winter’s Garden
Is the Space Pope reptilian!? I'm a thing. I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! We're rescuing ya. I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!
Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock. Aww, it's true. I've been hiding it for so long. I never loved you.
I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! 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?
Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat. I can explain. It's very valuable. You won't have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you'll be doing.
Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you! Fetal stemcells, aren't those controversial? Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? And from now on you're all named Bender Jr.
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. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.
I'll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Daddy Bender, we're hungry. Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket.
I've got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I'm going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now 'I'' have to pay ''them'! Then we'll go with that data file!
Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat. You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig".
Michelle, I don't regret this, but I both rue and lament it. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool. I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!
Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Bender, I didn't know you liked cooking. That's so cute. And then the battle's not so bad? Good news, everyone! I've taught the toaster to feel love!