Really?! What are their names? Belligerent and numerous. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.
Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped. She also liked to shut up! I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful!
Say what? Leela’s gonna kill me. It must be wonderful. 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.
Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! It’s a T. It goes «tuh». These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are.