Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news!
S2Mother's Day
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!
Comrades, throw off the chains of human oppression.
The bourgeois human is a virus on the hard drive of the working robot.
Darling Hubie, I should never have tried to tamper with that cute little Q.T. McWhiskers.
No, it was silly of me to object; one-foot tall, eight-feet, 15-feet, what does it matter?
You should see the new 16-foot models.
16 feet?! Go to hell!
S2The Problem With Popplers
Great, we're two days from Earth with no food!
Problem solved: You two fight to the death and I'll cook the loser! [To Leela.] Work his gut, I like it tender.
They're like sex, except I'm having it!
Let's bring back a few pocketfuls.
Better yet, let's take a whole Benderful.
No, take only what's necessary. Stuff the ship.
PSPoppler Song
Pop a Poppler in your mouth, when you come to Fishy Joe's
What they're made of is a mystery; where they come from, no one knows
You can pick 'em, you can lick 'em, you can chew 'em, you can stick 'em
If you promise not to sue us, you can shove one up your nose.
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