I'll start my own thread, with Blackjack! And captions! (framegrab thread)

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Zoidberg sees what they did there.

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*Hey! Call a winner bump!*

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Was it me? Zoidberg thinks it's me. Is it is it is it?

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I liked mine a lot.

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   *Hey! Call a winner bump!*

Okay, okay. If you insist.

The winner I choose is

*  Fnord  *

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You spelled my name wrong.

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Don't worry, Xanfor, he's mispronounced mine many times ...

Well, here we go. I don't think this one has been posted before.

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Francis:

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Francis (aka Clamps): Ooh, Slick. That does it! When I get my clamps on on some crazy glue solvent you're DEAD!

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Francis: Why am I trying to crack the combinations to these locks? I HAVE CLAMPS, WHY DON'T I JUST USE THEM? I'M A FREAKING GENIUS, YOU IDIOT.

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Clamps: [reading off back of clamp] Right...thirty...two...left.. .AW, THE HELL WITH THIS...! [rips off locker door and throws it aside]

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Francis: That's the last time I trade hands with Fry, they still smell of Vaseline and shame.

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Bender: Okay, ma ho's, this ain't no drill. Hedonism Bot is waiting right outside and wants one of you to come with him.
Leela [thinking] Oh, lord.
LaBarbara Oh, don't you even...
Amy [thinking] Please pick me, please pick me, please pick me...

What, wheres the funny? The only reason I wrote this is because you always say it's a good thing you don't write for Futurama...Right back at ya.

I "always say"? Find more than one time I've said that. That's right, I said it once, when you were submitting a serious concern with the move of storyline. If you didn't get it, this is not a serious speculations thread on possible storyline or continuity.

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Clamps: You build a thousand bridges, but clamp one transvesbot....

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Clamps: I've got you now, little neutrino!

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Clamps: "You know what you're gonna get - the crushers!"... no, no, no... "I'm gonna crimp ya!", nah, that stinks too. Darn it, coming up with a catchphrase is harder than it looks.

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Francis: Francis!? FRANCIS!? FRAN-*BLEEEEEEEP*INGFRANCIS!?  I am gonna clamp the *Bleep* outta that Joey Mousepad once I'm done with this episode.

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And the winner is ...

jeepdavetj

With hobbitboy a close second. Honorable mention to Xanfor, and that guy we always give an honorable mention to.

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Good boy. Have a cookie.

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Again? Nice....... OK, here ya go.





I have a feeling this could go very, very, very wrong. Prove me right!

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Amy: So last night my penis fell off. I feel so alone Professy.

Professor: Mhmm... I see.

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Amy: Kiffy kept warning me about his cold-blooded nature, but I didn't listen!

Farnsworth: Oh, there, there, Amy. There'll be other amphibious humanoid creatures out there for you, yes.

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Professor: You are getting sleepy...very, very sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy...you must now take your bra off...

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   The temperature was falling, plummeting to zero and below faster than Fry's awareness of his surroundings whenever cartoons were on the television. Marooned on the cold, icy planetoid, Amy and the Professor wrapped themselves in the duramylar insulation from their wrecked ship, trying to contain what little warmth their bodies generated. Near the horizon, the distant pinpoint of a nearby star rose into the sky, torturing them with the thought of heat existing only a few mere lightyears out of their reach.
   "Amy," said the Professor suddenly, "is that you?"
   Amy sighed. "Yes, Professor," she replied.
   "Good," the old man nodded. "I was afraid it would be Bender. If there is one person who I would not want to be around during the inevitable hour of my death, it would be Bender. I don't like the way he looks at my artificial kneecap."
   "Why would Bender be interested in your artificial kneecap?" asked Amy. The young doctor's breath sent little clouds of condensation passing around each of their faces.
   The Professor, shivering, glanced around to make sure they were alone. "It isn't as though I haven't looked at his kneecaps, you know. That's the problem with you people nowadays."
   "Looking at kneecaps?"
   "No! Not appreciating the kneecaps you have. Alas, even I have fallen prey to the temptation. You are lucky, Amy. You still have your original body parts, and don't know what it's like to have them replaced. Bender and I share a similarity that none would guess: we both know what it is like to no longer be the person we once were."
   Amy stared into the Professor's reflective glasses. "Everyone changes, Professor. None of us are the same person we were, even yesterday. I remember who I was before I met Kif. I'm not the same person now. I wouldn't give anything to change back, though."
   Nodding, the Professor pulled his impromptu blanket tighter around himself. "You've grown. You've loved and lost, then loved again. But one day, when part of you is taken permanently, then you will understand."
   Amy bowed her head against a gust of wind that suddenly whipped past the two of them. "I would never be the same," she whispered.
   "None of us are," the Professor agreed, reaching out a comforting hand to her shoulder.
   Two hours later, the rest of the Planet Express crew showed up and rescued Amy and the Professor, following a tracking signal being broadcast by an implant in the Professor's artificial kneecap.
   There was a lesson to be learned here, but the author has forgotten what it was.

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The professor was happy. He could now test the theory that his new invention would protect you from falling rocks only if you kept both of your hands inside of it.

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   The temperature was falling, plummeting to zero and below faster than Fry's awareness of his surroundings whenever cartoons were on the television. Marooned on the cold, icy planetoid, Amy and the Professor wrapped themselves in the duramylar insulation from their wrecked ship, trying to contain what little warmth their bodies generated. Near the horizon, the distant pinpoint of a nearby star rose into the sky, torturing them with the thought of heat existing only a few mere lightyears out of their reach.
   "Amy," said the Professor suddenly, "is that you?"
   Amy sighed. "Yes, Professor," she replied.
   "Good," the old man nodded. "I was afraid it would be Bender. If there is one person who I would not want to be around during the inevitable hour of my death, it would be Bender. I don't like the way he looks at my artificial kneecap."
   "Why would Bender be interested in your artificial kneecap?" asked Amy. The young doctor's breath sent little clouds of condensation passing around each of their faces.
   The Professor, shivering, glanced around to make sure they were alone. "It isn't as though I haven't looked at his kneecaps, you know. That's the problem with you people nowadays."
   "Looking at kneecaps?"
   "No! Not appreciating the kneecaps you have. Alas, even I have fallen prey to the temptation. You are lucky, Amy. You still have your original body parts, and don't know what it's like to have them replaced. Bender and I share a similarity that none would guess: we both know what it is like to no longer be the person we once were."
   Amy stared into the Professor's reflective glasses. "Everyone changes, Professor. None of us are the same person we were, even yesterday. I remember who I was before I met Kif. I'm not the same person now. I wouldn't give anything to change back, though."
   Nodding, the Professor pulled his impromptu blanket tighter around himself. "You've grown. You've loved and lost, then loved again. But one day, when part of you is taken permanently, then you will understand.  My penis has fallen off."
   Amy bowed her head against a gust of wind that suddenly whipped past the two of them. "I would never be the same," she whispered.
   "None of us are," the Professor agreed, reaching out a comforting hand to her shoulder.
   Two hours later, the rest of the Planet Express crew showed up and rescued Amy and the Professor, following a tracking signal being broadcast by an implant in the Professor's artificial kneecap.
   There was a lesson to be learned here, but the author has forgotten what it was.

This one is really good Xanfor!

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Professor: What is thy bidding, my master?
Amy: There is a great disturbance in the Force.
Professor: I have felt it.

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Xanfor FTW! Since he basically wrote a fan fic based off this

Second to Fnord.

Honors to Nasty.

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   "Look at us, Bender, you and I and our unlikely membership in the brotherhood of artificial kneecaps."
   "Is it worth some money?"
   "Oh my, no."

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Only 14 hours?  I didn't even see that one.  Oh well.

Together (singing): Those were the daaaaaaays!

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Bender: I love you, Professor!

Professor: Oh my, yes...

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Lol!

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Don't think I didn't notice what you did in that quote, winna.

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Bender: I love you, Professor!

Professor: Oh my, yes...

Professor: I love you, Bender!

Bender: I love me too, Professor!

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Professor: Ah, Bender, you give the best colonoscopy I've ever had.

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"Hey Professor, what's so funny?"
"Oh nothing Bender, just my new invention has put the others in agonizing, excruciating pain."
"Neat!"

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Prof: Checking my prostate with that cold steal.....................bri sk baby.

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Leela (off-screen): Bender, I told you to bend the Professor's neck the other way!

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Professor: Yes, well you can bite my peachy, curvaceous ass.

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Leela (off-screen): Bender, I told you to bend the Professor's neck the other way!

Fry (off-screeeeeen): "Leela, you need to be clearer with Bender!"