The Luck Of The Fryrish

Fry's father:Squeeze one out for America, honey.

Fry's father:Keep it down, it's the 9th inning.

Fry's father:You saying my son's a commie?

Fry's father:This is the happiest day of my life. - Here's your baby. - Okay, thanks.

Fry's mother:You pick. I picked dinner.

Fry's father:I was thinking of Philip, after those screwdrivers.

Young Yancy:Me Philip! Me Philip!

Fry's father:All the way back to minuteman Yancy Fry... who blasted commies in the American Revolution.

Fry's father:Philip, until I find a suitable model of an ICBM... you'll have to make do fearing this toy spacecraft.

Bender:To hell with your baby. I need those shoes.

Fry:No fair! You changed the outcome by measuring it.

Fry:I'll tell you when my horse finishes. - Bad.

Jockey:Hey, baby, ever do it in a suitcase?

Fry:I meant tongue luck.

Fry:I've run over black cats that were luckier than me.

Vendor:Get your hot horse-burgers, horse-fries, horse-cakes and shakes.

Vendor:All our horses are 100% horse-fed for that double juiced-in goodness.

Customer:I'll have a cholesterol-free omelet with horse-beaters.

Vendor:How can I horse you, sir?

Vendor · Fry:Horse Pepsi okay? - Neigh!

Fry:Dear Horse God, I don't usually pray. Sometimes I doubt you even exist.

Fry:Don't do that. What are you...? It's contagious.

Announcer:That'll teach those horses to take drugs.

Amy:That'll teach those horses to take drugs.

Fry:I may not know about horses, but I know lots about doing anything for $1.

Fry:If you think bad luck can defeat me, you don't know my name is Philip J...

Bystander:That is one unlucky guy.

Young Fry:Kareem has the sky hook, but Philip J. Fry has the space hook.

Young Fry · Young Yancy:Hey! That's my patented space hook. You stole it. - You're not the president of it.

Young Fry:Holy camolie! A seven-leaf clover.

Young Yancy:I'm dying of old age!

Bender:Someone's in a good mode.

Fry · Fry:What happened to this clover? - I hid it in a secret place and never told anyone. Not even Scruffy.

Leela:Dirt doesn't need luck.

Bender:My full name is Bender Bending Rodriguez.

Bender:He was fun.

Fry:The city that inspired a casino in Las Vegas.

Fry:Howard Stern is overrated.

Leela:New York is so burned. Remember when Giuliani cracked down on jaywalking? Well, Rudy, how do you like this action?

Young Fry:Cosmic F. - Outer space. - The moonwalk. The robot. The zero G.

Young Fry · Young Yancy:Deep Space?! - You totally ripped off my routine.

Young Fry · MC:The septuple head-spin! - He's just scratching. No one's done more than a quadruple.

Young Fry:Oh, yeah? Noticeably F.A.T., rewind the tape.

Fry:71st Street? Never heard of it.

Fry:That feels funny!

Train announcer:This is the Brooklyn-bound B-train, stopping wherever I feel like.

Fry:That's the bench where I found shirts. We used to light that hydrant on fire!

Leela · Fry:Was it poorly xeroxed? - Oh, yeah.

Leela:The comedians were right. This is different from L.A.

Andy Goldman:I mutated from him.

Andy Goldman · Leela · Fry:I'm teaching. - He seemed nice. - Sure, when he's sober.

Fry:Man, Father Time really took a bat to this place.

Fry's father:What's happening? Did Kremlin Joe let fly with the nukes?

Fry's father:He better keep his hands off these bananas. Gonna need them when the radiation turns us all into monkeys.

Young Fry:I can't wait until I'm old enough to feel ways about stuff.

Fry · Leela:Yet there was no nuclear war. - What a waste.

Professor:The Achilles' heel of the Ronco design is its structural resonance frequency.

Bender:You mean breakfast club sandwich?

Leela:Except Sports, by Huey Lewis.

Fry:Good Lord! He ditched his goofy name and stole mine.

Professor · Fry:You opened the vault, and the clover was gone? - Nothing in there but the best music of the 1980s.

Fry:Survivor, Pat Benatar, The Scorpions. The list goes on.

Amy:It also opened my calendar to Friday and ordered some french fries.

Fry · Bender:Good, we're going grave robbing. - I'll get my kit.

Mr. Fry:Yancy, that tux got me through Nam in style.

Yancy:He may be missing, but his crap sure isn't.

Yancy:Breakfast Club. This will clear the room after the reception.

Bender:Now no one will be able to say I don't own John Larroquette's spine.

Fry:He wasn't original. He wasn't a Martian. He wasn't Philip. He wasn't a 'the.'

Leela:You're twice the 'the' he ever was.

Yancy:Really? Son, I'm naming you Philip J. Fry... in honor of my little brother, who I miss every day.

Fry:Pay dirt! I got the clover, plus his wedding ring. Sorry, ladies, I'm taken.

Bender:Hey, Fry, you want me to smack the corpse up a little?

Bender:Okay, grab a shovel. I'm one skull short of a Mouseketeer reunion.