Planet Espresso

Leela:Singing hologram for Hermes Conrad? Ooh! Fun!

Singing Hologram:Oh, rats. I'll just say it. Your father's on his deathbed in Jamaica.

Fry:Sorry about your pops, Pops. I didn't realize you had a pops.

Hermes' Father:How low can it go? Not this low!

Young Hermes:Not the jungle, Daddy! There's green snakeses in there!

Hermes:But the miserable cruff never did come back.

Fry · Leela:Exotic Jamaican crop? - It could be anything. - Step on it, Leela!

Fry:I hope it's pumpkins.

Fry:Uh... Pumpkins. Medicinal pumpkins.

Local Guide:I'd say much better than his own children!

Hermes:There you are, ya low-down licky-licky harbor shark!

Badrick:Hang on, I gotta put my hearin' aids in... and turn them on.

Badrick:Oops, these my reading glasses. Is there something I'll have to read?

Hermes · Badrick:Yeah, my lips! Mmm. Then I'll need my regular glasses.

Badrick:You look awful!

Rastafarian:Though I and I never saw eye-to-eye with him and him, I daren't speak ill of the dead, so, that's all I got.

Bender:Forty percent steel, baby!

Rastafarian:Now, to honor Badrick's last cuckoo banana wishes, he gonna be buried in a burlap coffee sack.

Professor:I feel the same way. You've been a father to me.

Professor:Good thing I always carry my pocket gravedigger. At my age, you never know when you'll need it.

Professor:No, let's wait until I'm older.

Professor:Sweet UFO of Tupelo! It's a spaceship! And not of this Earth. It must have come from space.

Leela:More amazing than the fact you licked the drippings off an alien rocket pipe?

Professor:Stop calling everything 'weird.' You should get out more.

Professor:All of the world's most important sandal-wearing cultures!

Professor:If you come across their half-and-half, don't open it.

Leela:Coffee? Stop tasting stuff!

Leela:You drank it? Gross!

Professor · Fry:I'm seeing every color of the coffee rainbow! Me, too! It's a double mocha hallucaccino!

Fry:No way, man. We're just whacked out of our gourds!

Alien:We're aliens, not perverts!

Alien:The first and only good use of tea.

Professor:Tea!

Alien Pilot:Mayday! Mayday! Coffee crotch!

Leela · Professor:People will think we're crazy. Crazier!

Hermes:Sorry, it's cold, but that's how you serve revenge.

Fry · Professor:Maybe we could plant them. We're alive! Oh, you flatter me.

LaBarbara:That way, if he's still alive, he can hack his way out.

LaBarbara:It takes you an hour to make instant. Zing!

Hermes:This is more important than you know, but I'll be home soon, son.

Fry:Don't we deliver things, or something?

Bender:Light, medium, and, bendissimo!

Kyle MacLachlan:Ah. That's a damn fine bath of coffee.

Bender:Outta my ways, Kwisatz Haderachses. Fill'ers up, coffee jerk!

Amy:Meaning a half-caf, teeny-weeny-mocha-cheenie with a plop-top of froth foam and do not even think of whipping that dollop.

Amy:Because you look like a dollop-whipper.

Hermes:I've got the energy of 10 fiddler crabs.

Customer · Fry:Ow! It's almost boiling. What room is that temperature? This one, sugarpuss. 'Cause you're heating it up right now.

Scruffy:If it's my faults the Earth rotates, then it's the Earth's faults I did thises!

Bender:Not me, baby. I'm equipment.

LaBarbara:Last night, he asked if you're having an affair. It was the first good laugh we've had since you left.

LaBarbara · Hermes:We share a child. Yes, yes, but nothing of value.

Zoidberg:How about a silent but deadly partner?

Mom:When I had you, I should have aimed for the trash!

Mom:They'll spread across the world like steaming hot acne.

Mom:You burn the beans enough, it's like drinking caffeinated cigar ashes.

Hermes:We will triple-never double-ever disrespect this coffee!

Hermes:We'll stick with the plan. No one messes with my shrubs.

Hermes · Zoidberg:Weird. This one looks almost like my father. Zoidberg, you're doing topiary? Nopiary!

Badrick's Ghost:You're scared o'shrubs? I really was a bad father.

Badrick:I mean, get a cup holder!

Hermes:But now, all I want to say to you is... I'm good at this!

Hermes:The reason is, I was a dingdong!

Dwight · LaBarbara:Why won't Pops come home? Did I do something to disappoint him? Plenty. But that's not the reason.

Scruffy:Sorry, I ain'ts had my coffees today. Owses!

Mom:I already resold the whole crap load for a butt-truck of ass-cash!

Dwight · Hermes:Pops, aren't I a little old to be sitting on your lap? And heavy, too. But stay just a little longer.

Alien Commander:Thanks to the holy bean, humanity will soon be elevated to its final subjugation.