Anthology Of Interest I

Professor Farnsworth:I call it the 'Fing-Longer.' Observe. And here we go. There! Pretty long, eh?

Professor Farnsworth:It's just not very long.

Bender:As a robot among humans, I never feel accepted at parties or nude beaches.

Giant Bender:I'm so lonely since I came to the future. Will you be my friend?

Giant Bender:I'm a big robot! And I want a big cereal.

Giant Bender · Human:Put her there, pal! No, your wallet.

Unknown character:That calms the shakes.

Civilians:Well, there goes the neighborhood. And another one. We're jerked!

Zoidberg:What? Two meals in one week?

Zoidberg:Gotcha! A guinea pig tricked me!

Giant Zoidberg:Who's intimidating who now, big city? Hello, Mr. Chase Manhattan Bank. Deny my credit card application, will you?

Giant Zoidberg:Ah, the Apollo Theater. Boo me off-stage on open-mike night? I'll show you!

Giant Zoidberg · Giant Bender:Tell it to the claw! Bite my colossal metal ass!

Amy:Who wants lobster bisque?

Unknown character:Want to make Shrinky Dinks?

Giant Bender:I came here with a simple dream... a dream of killing all humans.

Giant Bender:And this is how it must end? Who's the real seven-billion-ton robot monster here? Not I.

Fry:Good night, sweet prince.

Leela:I can be impulsive. It just takes me a while.

Leela:Look what I bought on a wild impulse! New boots! They're like my old ones, but with a crazy green stripe!

Professor Farnsworth:Not like predictable, dull-as-dishwater Leela.

Leela:Hello? New boots?

Professor Farnsworth · Leela:You've killed me! You've killed me! What have I done? I just told you! You've killed me!

Fry:All right, you're nonchalant. Don't rub our noses in it.

Bender:I'll call the cops. After I flush some things.

Zoidberg:I happen to have mail-order degrees in Murder-ology and Murder-onomy.

Hermes:What? How do you spell that? What are you hacking off? My torso? It is! My precious torso!

Hermes:What? How do you spell that? What are you hacking off? My torso?

Scruffy:Ain't nothing wrong with murder... as long as I can wet my beak.

Bender:I prefer the word extortion. The 'x' makes it sound cool.

Leela:Okay, that's it. No more killing. Next time, just have a stick of gum.

Leela · Scruffy:Who are you? Scruffy, the janitor. I've never seen you before. I've never seen you neither.

Leela:See? What smells like boot feet?

Zoidberg:My next clue came at 4:15, when the clock stopped. Two hours later, at 4:15... I discovered the murdered body of Amy's dead, deceased corpse.

Bender (letter):Dear Doctor Jerk-berg, if you're reading this, I'm dead. The murderer was...

Bender · Leela:Are we near an Indian graveyard? No? Then it was you!

Fry:Here's to another lousy millennium.

Mr. Panucci:There's only three monsters, kid. Dracula, Blacula and Son of Kong.

Fry · Nibbler:Is one of you I.C. Wiener? If that's his pizza, then I am.

Fry · Stephen Hawking:Stephen Hawking! Didn't you invent gravity? Sure. Why not?

Fry:Isn't your sole duty to break ties in the Senate?

Al Gore:That, and protect the space-time continuum.

Nichelle Nichols:Incoming transmission from MCI. It sounds like low rates. I'm in the tub!

Nichelle Nichols:Incoming transmission from MCI. It sounds like low rates. I'm in the tub!

Deep Blue · Al Gore:Bishop to knight 4. Not every mission can be solved by chess, Deep Blue.

Stephen Hawking · Fry:I call it a 'Hawking Hole.' Hey, I saw it first! Who will The Journal of Quantum Physics believe?

Al Gore:As an environmentalist, I'm against that.

Fry · Stephen Hawking:I call it a 'Hawking Chamber.' But I missed and wanged my head.

Al Gore:Something's wrong! Murder isn't working.

Al Gore:Put the dice away.

Gary Gygax:Here, take my plus-one mace!

Nichelle Nichols:Eternity with nerds. It's a Star Trek convention all over again!

Al Gore:I'm a 10th-level vice president.

Professor:That was preposterous. Stephen Hawking in a pizzeria.

Professor Farnsworth:So that's how it would be if I'd invented the Fing-Longer. A man can dream though. A man can dream.