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coldangel
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Fry: God Lord... you were right about the need for environmental suits, Leela. Why is this noxious goop spread all over the Planet Express building?
Leela: It's robotic seminal oil. And I think I found the reason. It's a box of the Professor's hyper-porn.
Bender: It was okay, but I've seen better. Anyone got a cigarette?
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Svip
Administrator
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SoS wins for pointing out the animation error in the framegrab.
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Bender: Now I'll have enough change for the gumball machine!
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i_c_weiner
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Bender: Oh no! That's Fredricksen, I mean, my change for Paradise Falls!
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Bender:: (Voice over flashback) "So I woke up with the monster nowhere to be seen and all my money was gone except for about 'tree fiddy'."
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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I knew you'd say that. And who says traditional intelligent comedy is dead?
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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And who says traditional intelligent comedy is dead?
Rule #1: Know your audience. Fry: "Stupid Bender has all the luck. I'd kill to have Leela do that to me."
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Leela: Okay, Fry, get ready to put the bucket under Bender's mouth while I pump the hot butter.
Bender: [grumbling] I hate having to be a popcorn machine to help pay the rent...
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Leela: Just... a... few... more... There! Anything now Bender?
Bender: No!
Fry: When are you going to adjust my antenna?
Leela: I have to help Bender with the conversion to digital broadcast or he'll go offline.
Fry: That's what you said yesterday.
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coldangel
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Futz, for providing me with an amusing new euphemism. Now I'm off to adjust MY antenna.
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Zapp, tired of waiting for their food to arrive, starts peeling off strips of Amy's dress and eating them, much to Kif's chagrin.
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i_c_weiner
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Zapp: Kif, as you are the gentleman, you'll be paying for your lady's bill too. Kif: Alright, sounds good. (opens bill) Zapp, why's your and Leela's bill on her too? Zapp: What Kif, are you not manly enough to be so ... so ... gentle?
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Frisco17
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Zapp's Mind: "Captain's log March 3.375. Dinner went well, fill et mig non was exquisite. Sat on a thumb tack roughly five minutes ago. Ass pain, unimagineable."
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