Wicked Human

President · Sergeant:But I wasn't injured. Ow! Well, enough governing.

Cartoon voices:Bendee-Bendee-Boo, what's wrong with you? You're such a lousy mascot

Cartoon voices:No one understands a single word you say not even the jerk in the ascot

Bendee:Rite my ring retal rass!

Fry:How old are we on a scale of 14 to 32?

Amy · Leela:Did anyone else hear that weird laugh? It's spooky. It doesn't seem to correspond to anything funny happening.

Hermes:I'll say.

Bendee · Fry:Rikes! Splinkies! What was that?

Fry:How about that kabuki theater? Like' where there's a kabuki theater, there's a concession stand.

Leela · Fry:Say, Fry, why do you always have the munchies? And also your eyes are bloodshot, you're paranoid, and the van has a skunky odor.

Fry:Search me. No, don't. I'm carrying.

Zoidberg:I do enjoy a well-buttered floor.

Bendee · George Takei:George Takei? Reorge Rakei?

George Takei:Sorry to haunt you so effectively.

George Takei:Help yourselves. But I warn you, that chicken is over a year old.

George Takei:How so? This is America, not Japan. Maybe so. I'm not sure.

Fry:Like, none. But thanks for the yucky-tori.

George Takei:Another grave insult to my ancestry.

Zoidberg:Cloning is a sin against nature! But yes. Follow me to the professor's cloning room.

Professor:This is where I keep various lengths of wire.

Globetrotter · Fred-analog:What you doin' wearin' an ascot, brother? I think it looks nice.

Larry Bird:Hi. This is Larry Bird calling. Listen, my agent sent me that cartoon script, and I've decided I don't want to be involved in any way.

Fry:Like, you guys are terrible friends for always sending us to our deaths.

Leela · Bendee:Would you do it for a Bendee Brew? Rokay. Ri'm a ralcoholic.

Bendee:Yummy, yummy, yummy I've got love in my tummy

Zoidberg:Never mind. Here, take this.

George Takei:And I would never have gotten away with it, regardless of you meddling kids.

Amy · George Takei:But Kabuki theaters don't have a projector. Some do.

Fry · George Takei:Then, like, why did you do it? I'm mentally ill.

Announcer:And now, introducing the opponents, six Larry Birds!

Protesters:Mr. President, our children are fat and dumb, and we blame cartoons.

President:Fine, fine. Get off my lawn. I'll have Agnew put in a call to Hollywood.

President:This will shut up those whining hippies.

Berry Burglar:I must get my hands on those healthy purpleberries. Bort.

Princess Purpleberry:It's funny how we never get tired of the word 'purple.' Never.

Princess Purpleberry:It's funny how we never get tired of the word 'purple.' Never.

Cereal mascot:My sugar-blasted purpleberries are triple-soaked in maple-flavored syrup to start your day with purple power. And the leftover milk looks like Purpleberry Pond.

Cereal mascot:Along with juice, toast, ham, eggs, bacon, milk, cheese, liver, waffles and a big horse vitamin.

Purple character:There goes the purple-hood.

Purple character:Sorry, cheddar-head.

Child · Mom:Mom, why is there orange in my Purpleberry Puffs? / As an active morn, I care about these things.

Berry Burglar:Two colors? Wow. Bort.

Girl:You can really see the sugar. I don't know which I like more, original or type two.

Cereal mascot:Buy! Buy! Buy! Bye-bye.

Narrator:G.I. Zapp is the code name for an elite group of heavily armed mercenaries, eager to murder the enemy, regardless of the cost in innocent lives.

President:Ah! Here we go. No one can complain about this patriotic dreck.

Zapp:What's that? A rock? I hate rocks.

President (editing):Patriotic peacekeepers who rebuild schools with their bullet-sucking vacuum tanks.

President · Villain:Warning shot. / Excellent plan, Profestro. That'll blow them straight to he... Church.

President (editing):That's no name for a woman. Let's just call her Pat. Nah. Pass.

Character · President:Incoming surface-to-air... Telegram!

Zapp · President (editing):Good, because I forgot mine. I'll be home for dinner.

President (editing):At Disneyland. Hi, Tinker Bell.

Character · President:Ready. Aim... Negotiate.

Soldier · President (editing):I'm hit. Oh, God, it... Tickles. Oh, no. Freezer Burn is... Sleeping.

Soldier · President:I will avenge him, you heartless... Bastards! It's okay if I say it.

PSA narrator · Boys · Agnew:Now, hold on there, boys. Violence never solved anything. Then how do we decide who gets the ball? There. How do you like your stupid ball now?