It must be wonderful. Leela’s gonna kill me. Now what? Shinier than yours, meatbag.
ROSWELL THAT ENDS WELL
It must be wonderful. I just told you! You’ve killed me! Can we have Bender Burgers again? It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? Fatal.
- Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.
- Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
- Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk!
Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. I wish! It’s a nickel. Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso!