Why did I do partying, I hate partying! [continues partying] WOO! More Partying!
Hermes Conrad
Shush!
[Bender breaths fire over the real Leela’s funeral, suddenly, Leela opens her eyes]
Bender, Shut the Hell Up!
Granted, all that makes perfect sense, but why is this death sphere destroying planets?
That makes the most sense of all.
[Farnsworth puts up a projection of planets destroyed by the death sphere.]
Look at the planets it's destroyed so far. First came X3, the nude beach planet. Then Poopiter.
[A planet labelled "#!@€$!#%&" comes on screen.]
And finally that world that can't be mentioned in polite company.
[Fry whispers something to Farnsworth and the crew get angry at him for doing so. Farnsworth slaps Fry.]
Hermes
[to Farnsworth] So you're saying this thing is censoring indecent planets?
Indeed. And we're next if we don't keep in in our collective pants. The only way to save Earth is to convince its citizens to repent their sinful ways.
[Wearing S&M gear] So the orgy is off?
Okay, we've got shelter and just enough precious food to ward off starvation.
Hermes
It's pizza time. [passes boxes to the rest of the crew.]
[Everyone makes disgusted noises]
Hermes
So much for that.
So Leela's all crotchety because she thinks I'm not attracted to her in the Professor's body.
Hermes
You aren't, are you?
Of course not, but I was willing to lie about it! What more can a man do?
Hermes
A man can give her a toke of her own medicine.
Yes! I can put my mind in a hideous body and show Leela she's not attracted to me. But it would have to be a really, really disgusting body.
Friends, friends! I have barnacles in my tuchus! [opens his trousers to reveal barnacles on his buttocks]
Hermes
[to Fry] The long search is over.
I've placed instruments under your seats. Play 'em or I'll break 'em over your heads!
[Fry gets out a holophonor; the Professor, a fiddle; and Dr. Zoidberg, an accordion, and start playing klezmer music.]
Bender': [singing] Robanukah may sound as if it's Jewish,
But its ancient sounding customs are exceptionally newish.
So take a hearty swallow from your robo-kiddish cup,
Which will give me time to quickly make them up.
Hermes
Do you spin a dreidel made from clay?
Bender': Mine is called a droidel and it's rigged to make you pay.
Do you eat these yummy tin-wrapped chocolate coins?
Bender': Better!
We got fembots with illegal five-speed groins!
Shalom, Ruth and Esther!
RRuth
Why with the music so loud?
EEsther
Would it kill him to turn up the heat a little in here?
Bender': But by far the most important thing is oil.
To keep the lamp light burning or to help the latkes broil?
Bender': No, we pour the holy lubricant out from the sacred vessel
Into this blessed pit so they can wrestle.
The extra made-up touch that makes Robanukah so special
Is the oil in which the nasty fembots wrestle.
[Hermes and LaBarbara provide backup on kalimba and drum respectively.]
KBKwanzaa-bot
The seven basic principles that go to make up Kwanzaa!
So sit yo' asses down and have some knowledge dropped upons ya!
BSBarbados Slim and Bubblegum Tate
And umoja...
Hermes
And the rest.
KBKwanzaa-bot
Sit back down! There's gonna be a test.
My favorite's ujamaa.
BTBubblegum Tate
Cooperative economics.
KBKwanzaa-bot
[to Dwight] Yo, boondocks, I'm talkin' here! Put away the comics!
Ku'umba is another one, it stands for creativity.
BSBarbados Slim
Like the ever-changing nature of my sexual proclivities. [starts coming on to Zoidberg]
KBKwanzaa-bot
I think there's one called "nia," but I don't speak Swahili,
Sumthin' 'bout a pine tree and a oil-wrestlin' dealy?
That's from Xmas and Robanukah, you plagiarizing lout!
KBKwanzaa-bot
Yeah, I'm kinda losin' interest here. I'd best be rollin' out.
But before I go, the most important thing...
What's that, Black Santa?
KBKwanzaa-bot
You need seven Kwanzaa candles that you light up every night.
But they best be made of beeswax or y'all might as well be white.
[writing on notepads] They must be made of beeswax or we might as well be white.
Hermes
Give us back our genitals!
RARock Alien
Is that you, Borax Kid? I've got your fifty bucks. Oh, it's you. Why do you want your genders? You seem happier without them.
Being human's not about being happy, it's about loving and fighting and that Rasta McNasty we were doing last night, ha ha. We want that back!