Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!
I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”
A sexy mistake. Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right.
Look, last night was a mistake. I wish! It’s a nickel. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
(text via Fillerama)