Prof. Farnsworth
If we can stimulate that nerve, the bowel will convulse, expelling the entire worm colony!
But what about the worms in the other part of his body?
Prof. Farnsworth
Listen, this is gonna be one Hell of a bowel movement. Afterward, he'll be lucky if he has any bones left.
[with a heavenly aura around him] And I'm his friend, Jesus.
Your Mayor-ness, if you execute him, you have to execute all of us.
You people aren't Santa. You're not even robots! Ninety-one. How dare you lie in front of Jesus! [The display shows "00"] Hey! Zero! [He throws the switch and sends the electricity through the electromagnets. Bender's arms and legs are pulled to them]
No! Not the magnets! [His eyes widen. singing] Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home. [The witnesses applaud] Swing low, sweet...
Prof. Farnsworth
But it's not boring!
[Santa's sleigh crashes through the wall, knocking off one of the electromagnets]
Ho, ho, ho! [He shoots the other electromagnet off the wall. Everyone scatters except for Fry, Leela, Bender and Poopenmeyer. Fry and Leela dive behind some rubble]
My God! The real Santa! Get him, Jesus!
I help those who help themselves.
[Santa shoots at him and he runs out. The sleigh lands]
Santa! You saved my life. Please don't kill me!
[laughs] I'm not here to kill you, Bender! I need you to help me save Xmas.
Gee whiz, Santa! You want me to help you?
I know he is but I have no choice. I'm running late and if I don't complete my brutal rampage, well, it just wouldn't be Xmas. I guess what I'm asking is: Bender, won't you join my slaying tonight?
Well ... 'tis the season!
[Santa pulls him out of his restraints and puts him in the sleigh. He climbs in and the sleigh flies off]
Prof. Farnsworth
Bring it on, Santa! That bloodthirsty cadaver junkie can't touch us as long as we're not stupid enough to leave this building.
[Bender breathes a sigh of relief.]
Prof. Farnsworth
In a related matter, you'll be delivering this sack of children's letters directly to Santa at his death fortress on Neptune.
Remember, Professor, Bender is Santa. So we don't need to hurt him, right?
Prof. Farnsworth
Yes, yes, yes. You sound like a broken MP3!
[Bender lands in the fireplace and the Professor shoots him with a shotgun]
Professor, don't you remember what I told you?!
Prof. Farnsworth
No!!
[The Professor shoots Bender again]
Prof. Farnsworth
For this highly controversial mission you'll be towing the Juan Valdez, an orbiting supertanker full of rich Columbian dark matter.
Dark matter oil? What if we hit something? The tanker could leak.
Prof. Farnsworth
Impossible! The tanker has 6,000 hulls. So, unlike me, it's entirely leak-proof.
Professor, I've never seen you so cheerful. What the hell's wrong with you?
Prof. Farnsworth
Hmm, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps seeing things from a new perspective has reminded me of life's beauty. Or perhaps my new posture is causing blood to pool in the back of my brain, resulting in a slight delirium. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose.
[handing Fry a note] This. You for this.
[Fry blows his nose with the note, then tosses it into the fire]
Noooooooo! [reaches into the fire] OWWWWW! Fire hot!
Professor Farnsworth
[comes over] The Professy will help! [reaches into the fire] AHHH! Fire INDEED hot!
What's so wonderful about Leela being normal? The rest of us aren't normal and that's what makes us great. Like Dr. Zoidberg: He's a weird monster who smells like he eats garbage and does.
The Professor's a senile, amoral crackpot.
[Farnsworth blubbers and waves.]
Hermes is a Rastafarian accountant.
[Amy drops the glass she is drinking from and it smashes.]
Farnsworth
And, Fry, you've got that brain thing.
I already did! So, Leela, do you wanna be like us? Or do you wanna be like Adlai with no severe mental or social problems whatsoever?
That's the dumbest question I ever heard!
OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
Farnsworth
You're going to do his laundry?
[Amy smacks him upside the head]