I was all of history's great robot actors - Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn't you just get me the death penalty? Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory.

Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Then we'll go with that data file! Fry! Stay back! He's too powerful! Isn't it true that you have been paid for your testimony? Ah, computer dating. It's like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase "upside your head."

Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Professor, make a woman out of me. That's the ONLY thing about being a slave.

Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right.

Well, let's just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker. Tell them I hate them. [turns off the TV] No, of course not. It was... uh... porno. Yeah, that's it. Anyone who laughs is a communist! Hello Morbo, how's the family?

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who's gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don't own! We're also Santa Claus! And from now on you're all named Bender Jr. Noooooo!

And I'd do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. One hundred dollars. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.

Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. But existing is basically all I do! Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? No, she'll probably make me do it.

Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it... then perhaps gifts! Goodbye, friends. I never thought I'd die like this. But I always really hoped. I've got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I'm going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now 'I'' have to pay ''them'! No! Don't jump! Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by "devil", I mean Robot Devil. And by "metaphorically", I mean get your coat. For the last time, I don't like lilacs! Your 'first' wife was the one who liked lilacs!

I'll get my kit! Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Who's brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere?

No argument here. When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought "Why should I?" Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! Well, thanks to the Internet, I'm now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence? You're going to do his laundry?

What's with you kids? Every other day it's food, food, food. [pause] Alright, I'll get you some stupid food. You can see how I lived before I met you. Yeah, lots of people did. The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep.

Why not indeed! As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Check it out, y'all. Everyone who was invited is here. Shut up and get to the point! Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you! Please, Don-Bot... look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file!

You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Soothe us with sweet lies. It doesn't look so shiny to me.

And when we woke up, we had these bodies. We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that.