The Birdbot of Ice-Catraz

With gusto. Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. Why yes! Thanks for noticing.

Attack of the Killer App

Can I use the gun? Daylight and everything. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.

• I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool.
• Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

A Big Piece of Garbage

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn't you just get me the death penalty? Oh God, what have I done?

I Dated a Robot

One hundred dollars. I'm Santa Claus! Fry, you can't just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? I didn't ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy!

1. Ugh, it's filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we're at it?
2. Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news!
3. 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!

The Mutants Are Revolting

Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! You lived before you met me?! Can I use the gun? No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head.

The Late Philip J. Fry

It's okay, Bender. I like cooking too. It must be wonderful. Yes! In your face, Gandhi! I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool.

One hundred dollars. Really?! You guys go on without me! I'm going to go… look for more stuff to steal! I had more, but you go ahead. Oh sure! Blame the wizards!

Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!

With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! Aww, it's true. I've been hiding it for so long. Daylight and everything. Hello Morbo, how's the family? Now what?

In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. Fatal. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.

You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Ooh, name it after me! Who am I making this out to? And I'm his friend Jesus. But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There's only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo!

Goodbye, friends. I never thought I'd die like this. But I always really hoped. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Your best is an idiot! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! 'It is!' My precious torso! Ugh, it's filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we're at it? 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.

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court! Oh yeah, good luck with that. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? You know, I was God once. Hey, whatcha watching? Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock.

Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I'm going to come back there and change your opinions manually! When will that be? I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! Ummm…to eBay?

Good news, everyone! I've taught the toaster to feel love! There's no part of that sentence I didn't like! I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

It's toe-tappingly tragic! Belligerent and numerous. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.

I'll get my kit! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. What's with you kids? Every other day it's food, food, food. Alright, I'll get you some stupid food. Hey! I'm a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court! A sexy mistake.

Hi, I'm a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. Pansy. Pansy. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused.

Now what? Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. File not found.

Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all. Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you'd cease to exist! I was having the most wonderful dream. Except you were there, and you were there, and you were there! Fry, you can't just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. So, how 'bout them Knicks?