Your best is an idiot! Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool. Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Shut up and take my money! Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. A true inspiration for the children. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. This opera’s as lousy as it is brilliant! Your lyrics lack subtlety. You can’t just have your characters announce how they feel. That makes me feel angry! So, how ’bout them Knicks? I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. But existing is basically all I do! I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood!

So, how ’bout them Knicks? It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. What are their names?

Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? Bite my shiny metal ass. Ask her how her day was. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Tell her she looks thin. Is that a cooking show? You’re going to do his laundry? Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.