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Smarty
Professor
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Bender: Ha ha! I can get the remote without moving my legs! All I have to do is, well, you know.
Leela: Bender! Now I have to fan out the room.
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Bender: ...and for my next trick, I'll require two meat bags from the audience. Now, my two lovely assistants will affix blindfolds as I tie you to these chairs...yes, that's it...QUICK, I'VE GOT THEIR WALLETS, CHEESE IT!!!
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Bender: You're right Joey, when you shake both of them vigorously yours bounces around a lot more on top.
Fry: That could be serious! Let me see!
Bender: No. Joey, Clamps more vigorous shaking!
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Leela: "Fry are you the one whose been going through my dresser again?"
Fry: "Jeeze Leela, I thought when you ask to talk to me in private that you wanted to actually have a conversation. I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquistion."
(Bender, Joey and Clamps burst in.)
Bender "NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!"
Joey & Clamps: "CONFESS! CONFESS!!!"
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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This game's become too political.
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Books
Near Death Star Inhabitant
Urban Legend
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I just watched the commentary for that episode yesterday. It's the one gotfuturama.com was mentioned in. Anyway Yellow Robot: I propose..!! Bender: Arghrahgh *scats* Zoidberg: Gcrahchhaaaaa Old Zoidberg: I don't understand the youth of today. Why are we in a theater? What is happening? I'm cold, theres wolfs after me
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Calculon: Attorney At Law
Calculon: "Gentlemen I represent Gizmonic Institute. I have here a court order which forbids the three of you from sitting in silhouette and insulting movies."
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Calculon: Why was I not told that everyone would be wearing blue bow-ties?!
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Smarty
Professor
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Calculon: Okay, you three, for the last time, shut up! I am here in this theater trying to watch a movie! And if you throw popcorn again, I will dump the soda in my hand...hey, where's my soda!
Bender (mumbling): Zoidberg, run! Ruuuun!!
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Calculon: No Oscar! You 3 know what that means.
Harold: I got the pizza so that leaves the sexual favors up to you two.
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