Beauty And The Bug

Amy · Character 2:I don't get why you brush your buggalo. They have no hair. - Shh. They don't know that. - Don't know what?

Buggalo:O-M-Jah! Don't know I missed them.

Leo · Buggalo:- Yet. - I don't know how I missed you either.

Leo:No, no, females too wimpy. Buggalo matadors only fight the males.

Character:How do I keep missing these things?

Leo:Big don't mean smart. Zoidberg's big, but he got the intelligence of a brine shrimp.

Zoidberg:Thank you, sir.

Amy's Dad · Bender:Oh, no. A couple of people get killed, not many. Not dangerous at all. People get killed, you say? Four... Five tops. Plus some robots. But mostly people, you say? I'll do it.

Leo · Bender:Four... Five tops. Plus some robots. But mostly people, you say? I'll do it.

Leela:Uh... How about we let this be your issue?

Don Cunningham:Hello, splatter fans, Don Cunningham here. The Red Planet will run red today, with the blood of its bravest heroes. Also, their guts.

Fry:Whew. Ah! Next time, watch where you're going.

Bender:Man! I'm running out of steam. Good thing that's not what I run on.

Bender · Marquita:I'm Bender, baby. What's your name? Marquita Maria Christina Chiquita Alana Paloma Ramona Rosita... - Uh-huh. Right. ...Catalina... - Okay. Lupe Lunes Martes Miercoles Jueves Viernes Sabado Domingo.

Spectator:Cat's got some moves. He's very light on his feet for a two-ton robot.

Marquita:Benihana Bonita Nereida Guadalupe Alvarez.

Bender:No! Where'd she go? Oh! I'll never see the love of my life again. And even more tragic, she'll never see me again!

Bender · Abner Doubledeal:What happened to the old matador? He retired. I don't know. It seems dangerous.

Bender:Marquita Maria Christina et cetera? I would die a thousand deaths to spend one minute with her.

Abner Doubledeal:Then you have chosen the right line of work.

Don Cunningham:I've never seen so much honor, folks. I just hope Marquita doesn't slip on all that honor.

Abner Doubledeal:I gotta go. The NFL's up for sale on Craigslist.

Bender:I pay close attention when things are about to get jiggy.

Bender · Marquita:First study, then jiggy? Patience is the hallmark of the matador.

Bender · Tailor:Stabbing? Screaming? Jigging? Clothing.

Bender · Tailor:So you're experienced? My father died yesterday. You're my first customer.

Tailor:My father died yesterday. You're my first customer.

Tailor:Honestly, most of our matador work is repairs. Lots and lots of repairs.

Leela · Amy:No, I'm not. - This is Beyond Buggalo. - Yuck. What's it made from, plant? No. Pork. I never did like pigs.

Amy:I never did like pigs.

Professor:My word! Amy is absolutely 100% wrong.

Character:That's the stupidest kind of intelligence.

Fan · Bender:I love you, Bender. Shut up, señorita. I know it. Marry me, Bender. Then divorce me. Man, this is my kind of sport.

Marquita · Bender:Marry me, Bender. Then divorce me. Man, this is my kind of sport.

Bender:Always smooth your compression socks.

Fry:Oh, no! My cerveza hat.

Fry:It's okay. Five-second rule.

Bender:They're throwing their shiny metal asses at me?

Bender:As a matador, who may or may not still be alive, I know nothing's more annoying than a bugfight getting interrupted by a commercial.

Bender:The same old shows for an exciting new price.

Bender:I'm dead if I can't magically pull a sword out of my ass. Hey, wait!

Commissioner:In lieu of financial remuneration.

Marquita:Of all the students I have ever taught, you are the one who is alive.

Marquita:'Hay' is for horses. Go on.

Amy · Bender:Guilt? - Maybe. I always wondered what guilt felt like.

Bender:I'm sorry I killed your friend or uncle. Or fruncle.

Bender:What? Who's there? Is that you, Fruncle Friender?

Buggalo:Please make yourself comfortable in the place of honor, at the bottom of the sleeping pile.

Bender:Hang on. I can't breathe. Oh, right. Robots don't breathe. Actually, this is pretty cozy.

Bender:All of them! Buggalo can be singular or plural.

Bender:They do not don't! Tell her, Amy.

Bender:I don't usually do the right thing, but I'll be ruining everyone's day, so it balances out.

Don Cunningham:Look how his legs barely move, as he glides effortlessly with all the majesty and grace of a dog on a skateboard.

Don Cunningham:This is Don 'Beat the Traffic' Cunningham, signing off.

Bender:How did you get that off so easily?

Bender:Luckily, the sword just went through my head.

Bender:Luckily, the sword just went through my head.

Bender:He went home!

Crowd:Yet noble...

Amy's Dad:But gambling is still legal. Nothing wrong with gambling. I brought mines with me.

Professor:My word! It seems that while each individual buggalo is brainless, their empty skulls form resonance chambers that allow large groups to assemble a hive mind.

Buggalo:Much of our culture is built around this ancient tradition. It's not a very rich culture, we admit that. We just like to eat grass and kill matadors.

Buggalo:Much of our culture is built around this ancient tradition. It's not a very rich culture, we admit that.

Bender:It was actually only part of a night. And I didn't do much sleeping.

Bender:It was actually only part of a night. And I didn't do much sleeping.