Fire all weapons and set a transmission frequency for my victory yodel.
S6Rebirth
Sweet coincidence of Port-Au-Prince! We're back on Earth!
Of course! That was the Panama Wormhole, the universe's central transportation channel.
[Chuckles] How humorous.
Yes, it's sort of a Comedy Central channel, and we're on it now.
Yet thanks to my trusty safety sphere, I surblibed with only tirbial brain dablige.
Prepare for rebirth! Come on, stem cells, work your astounding scientific nonsense!
Fetal stem cells? Aren't those controversial?
In your time, yes, but nowadays— shut up! Besides, these are adult stem cells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stem cells.
Who are you, my warranty?
Coma, coma, coma, coma, coma chameleon!
RLRobot Leela
Nibbler, come give mama a hug! [he bites her] Ow! what the--? bad nibbler, bad nibbler! [he goes through her skin] What are you doing, pooperdoodle? it's me, leela. [she tears off her skin. she screams.]
[Montage: robot leela screams at the real leela's funeral, while walking down the street, while brushing her teeth, and while using the tube transport system.]
[End montage: robot leela finally stops screaming at the real leela's funeral.]
[At a dance studio a dance-party is interrupted by Bender; in a white dancing suit partying to work off his excess energy]
Yeah! Do the Bender! Do the Bender!
GIGuy in crowd
[Uninterestedly] No thank you.
[Threateningly] I SAID "DO IT!!!!!"
[Guy in crowd backs up from Bender in fear]
Why did I do partying, I hate partying! [continues partying] WOO! More Partying!
Quiet, Bender.
Cut it out.
Shush!
[mumbles gibberish]
[Bender breaths fire over the real Leela’s funeral, suddenly, Leela opens her eyes]
Bender, Shut the Hell Up!
There's no room for two captain's butts in this chair!
RLRobot Leela
There would be if you'd have taken a spin class instead of lounging around in a coma!
S6In-A-Gadda-Da-Leela
Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried?
I haven't felt much of anything since my guinea pig died.
Who's brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere?
My God, we're defenseless. Like fish in a barrel.
RNRichard Nixon's Head
Options?
My instinct is to hide in this barrel, like the wily fish.
This is it. The moment we should have trained for.
Mr. President, what the hell?
I don't like the looks of this V-GINY.
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