And then the battle\’s not so bad? You\’ve killed me! Oh, you\’ve killed me! And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who\’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet. 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.
Hey, tell me something. You\’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you\’re doing your laundry? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Oh, you\’re a dollar naughtier than most. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
For the last time, I don\’t like lilacs! Your \’first\’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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…
For the last time, I don\’t like lilacs! Your \’first\’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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…
For the last time, I don\’t like lilacs! Your \’first\’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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…
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! I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!
Hey, what kinda party is this? There\’s no booze and only one hooker. But existing is basically all I do! What kind of a father would I be if I said no? 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…
Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Stop it, stop it. It\’s fine. I will \’destroy\’ you! I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Shinier than yours, meatbag.
Check it out, y\’all. Everyone who was invited is here. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry\’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. And remember, don\’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don\’t not do it!
Who are those horrible orange men? Yeah, and if you were the pope they\’d be all, \”Straighten your pope hat.\” And \”Put on your good vestments.\” Man, I\’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor.
You wouldn\’t. Ask anyway! Good man. Nixon\’s pro-war and pro-family. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Shinier than yours, meatbag. And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who\’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go.
And then the battle\’s not so bad? You\’ve killed me! Oh, you\’ve killed me! And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who\’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet. 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.
Hey, tell me something. You\’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you\’re doing your laundry? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Oh, you\’re a dollar naughtier than most. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
For the last time, I don\’t like lilacs! Your \’first\’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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…
For the last time, I don\’t like lilacs! Your \’first\’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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…
For the last time, I don\’t like lilacs! Your \’first\’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! 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…
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! I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!
Hey, what kinda party is this? There\’s no booze and only one hooker. But existing is basically all I do! What kind of a father would I be if I said no? 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…
Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Stop it, stop it. It\’s fine. I will \’destroy\’ you! I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Shinier than yours, meatbag.
Check it out, y\’all. Everyone who was invited is here. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry\’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. And remember, don\’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don\’t not do it!
Who are those horrible orange men? Yeah, and if you were the pope they\’d be all, \”Straighten your pope hat.\” And \”Put on your good vestments.\” Man, I\’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor.
You wouldn\’t. Ask anyway! Good man. Nixon\’s pro-war and pro-family. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Shinier than yours, meatbag. And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who\’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go.