How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back

Hermes:Finally, the last form of the day. Welcome to stampy town, population five.

Hermes:Sweet gorilla of Manila!

Unknown bureaucrat:Attention: You are about to receive a letter from Central Bureaucracy.

Unknown friend · Leela · Fry:I only gamble with chumps. - I'll play. - I'm in!

Bender:Bah! Big shots. I say let the dice do the talking.

Hermes:I got to relax the Jamaican way: warm milk and a good night's sleep.

Fry:Jamaican? I thought you were an outer space potato man.

Morgan · Leela:Hi, Leela. You're fired. - I know.

Morgan's friend:Office romances never work out. That's how I met my horrible wife.

Morgan's friend:She doesn't know I work. I keep my personal life separate.

Bender:I got them off a lucky guy while his lucky seeing-eye dog was whizzing.

Zoidberg:Three females, a number and a king giving himself brain surgery.

Bender:Read them and leak saltwater.

Friend · Zoidberg:What will I tell my horrible wife? I'd be more worried about the tapeworm going to town on your intestines.

Hermes:Oh, my various gods! X-ray specs!

Bender:I swear those are prescription. I need them for reading stuff. Behind other stuff.

Fry:No! Don't hurt him! He's my best friend... 's laundry.

Bender:Hey, you wouldn't hit a guy with x-ray glasses, would ya?

Hermes:Great cow of Moscow!

Bender:Uh, it was ghosts! Big ones! And a tornado!

Hermes:They'll bust me lower than a limbo stick at carnival time! And that's as low as limbo sticks get.

Morgan · Hermes:Morgan Proctor, grade 19. Hermes Conrad, grade 36.

Hermes · Others · Bender:I'm going to jump! - No! - No! Do a flip!

Zoidberg:Old friend, don't jump! Use a method that won't damage your liver. Others need it, you know?

Hermes:I'm only anal 78.36% of the time.

Hermes:Sweet something of... Of someplace.

Hermes:Oh! The ultimate penalty.

Zoidberg:...they give me krill for everyone I send.

Morgan:I assign me. I accept. Welcome.

Leela · Fry:Fry got his head stuck in a crater. - I thought it'd fit.

Bender:I'd have won but I ran out of olives.

Morgan · Fry · Morgan:Why isn't this alphabetical? - What? - The zipper should be at the bottom.

Fry:It used to be milk, and time makes fools of us all.

Fry:This is the other Fry's locker. I'm 'Phry.'

Morgan:Dirty boy! Dirty, dirty, dirty!

Morgan:I'm surrounded by neat all day. Nothing's kinkier than a slop-jock.

Fry:Like every girl I dated.

Hermes:This is no spa, it's a labor camp.

Fellow prisoner:Don't know why I go to him.

Leela · Morgan · Leela:Under who? - The autopilot. - That drunk?

Morgan:It's full-time.

Bender:I threw the professor at her. I had to hit her with a purse I found.

Fry:Morgan? It's 3 a.m. A skunk knocked over my garbage, and I could only think of you.

Fry:I ordered him to flush out the professor's earwax.

Bender:Hey, Fry? I made you a candle with... What the...?

Bender:The promotion, the dwarf in my book club who steals my opinions.

Bender:Come back! It's a loop!

Bender:You didn't understand? I'll explain. You were having sex with you.

Bender:That's what makes it so juicy. It's the forbidden fruit angle.

Bender's body:I am Bender. Please insert girder.

Fry:But... But Bender need brain. For smart making!

Morgan:Without his brain, he's quiet and helpful.

Professor:A friend went mad trying to find their washroom.

Hermes:It's inefficient! Pulling empty carts is the closest we get to sleep.

Guard:You know, you ought to be a bureaucrat.

Bureaucrat:Someone had a baby.

Bender's body:I am Bender. Please insert girder.

Zoidberg:Damn it, jump already! Stop hogging the healthy liver!

Hermes:...is done by a single Australian man.

Number 1.0:We kept it gray.

Bender:I'm Bender, baby! Please insert liquor!

Number 1.0:Good bureaucrats never finish early.

Morgan:A date that ended in disappointment.

Morgan:No! No! I was young and reckless!

Number 1.0:You are technically correct. The best kind of correct.

Hermes:Come on, wife! Let's blow this joint!