SSupplicant
Please, Don-Bot... look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file!
DBDon-Bot
File not found.
S2Bender Gets Made
DBDon-Bot
Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. [gives Joey and Clamps each a tank of gasoline] Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.
[With Brooklyn Accent] Uh, Donnie, baby. Youse guys skedaddle. Let me handle the doity wok.
DBDon-bot
Blotto, I like your style, and your latest accent.
Wow! I'm finally gonna see my favourite chef, TV's Elzar! Aww, this is the greatest nanosecond of my life! No, this one is! No, this one. Wait! That one was... slightly worse. Ah! So far so good on this one!
It's funny, Bender. With you sick and Leela blind, only I know what really went on out there. Maybe someday I'll tell you the whole story.
And maybe someday I won't listen.
I don't like the looks of this doctor. I bet I've lost more patients than he's treated.
[The ship takes off, damaging the roof.]
[to Zoidberg] That's coming out of your pay!
[Zoidberg cries.]
It's the biggest Jamaican platter I've ever seen! Jerk chicken, jerk beef, jerk pork. Is there any meat this man can't jerk?
S2Mother's Day
Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news!
Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!
Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?
No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!
Yes! In your face, Gandhi!
You broke my heart, Hubert.
And you broke mine. Granted, that was four or five hearts ago.
Help! My stapler is collating me alive!
But the professor can't walk all the way to the Bronx. How are we going to get there without a hovercar?
Wait. In my time we had a way of moving objects long distances without hovering.
Impossible!
It was called... let me think... It was really famous. Ruth Gordon had one... The wheel.
Never heard of it.
Show us this "the wheel."
Without machines, who will feed us and clothe us and compose our smooth jazz?
Just the thought of caressing that leathery hide makes the tapioca rise in my gullet.
Professor, please. The fate of the world depends on you getting to second base with Mom.
Very well. If cop a feel I must, then cop a feel I shall!
Jerkwad robots make me sick to my ass! - Walt! How are we disposing of those crap gifts they brought me?
WWalt
They're being crushed into powder and sold as a hocus-pocus cure for cancer.
False hope! I love it!
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