Amy
We're also Santa Claus!
[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...
[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]
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.]
Amy
Sploops!
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!
I love it out here, Amy. I feel so manly. I have a blister, I-I spit! A-And of course, I tell no one my feelings.
Amy
But you still have them, right?
Oh, yes. But I keep them inside until I can write them in my diary.
Amy
Ah, it's a wonderful night.
It sure is. I could just lie here beside you staring at the sky all night.
Amy
I can't! [She kisses him and the ground shakes] What's that?
Amy
Thanks for saving my life, Kif. You're my hero.
Oh, you're kind. But your parents still don't like me.
Amy
Well globviously! But if they liked you then I wouldn't. Don't you know anything about girls?
[They kiss. The Buggalo run past and the ground shakes. Amy gets up and goes back inside. Kif gets out his diary.]
Dear diary, I just made love for the second time!
Wrong again, idiot. There is no gas. Petroleum preserves went dry in 2038.
Gas was an environmental disaster, anyway. Now we use alternative fuels.
Whale oil. Bender, lift it up to the can opener.
Oh, no! I'm not going near it. Last time, that magnetic psycho nearly cut my head off.
Oh, right. Plus, the magnet screws up your inhibition unit and makes you sing folk songs.
What? Who said anything about me secretly wanting to be a folk singer? How ridiculous.
Bender, if you don't open that can right now, your fear will own you, and nothing that can opener could ever do would be worse than that.
OK, OK, I can do this. It's time to take life by the cans.
Amy
Bender!
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care,
'Cause the master's gone away.
We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!
Switzerland is small and neutral! We're more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood!
Amy
Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of will?
[In a hippe-like universe]
PFProf. Farnsworth-420
Dig it! All you fitting in this box is like seriously freaked up!
PFProf. Farnsworth-1
Nonsense, there's a whole universe in there.
PFProf. Farnsworth-420
Dude, there's a universe in all of us.
A4Amy-420
Right on, Professor Freaksworth!
[Prof. Farnsworth-420 trys to give Farnsworth-A a flower.]
PFProf. Farnsworth-A
Get a job!