The Mutants Are Revolting

Bender:One hundred! That's almost ten per year.

Bender:I'm ordering a hundred kegs, a hundred hookers and a hundred Elvis impersonators who aren't above a little hooking, should the occasion arise.

Elzar:Mrs. Astor takes nitroglycerine for her heart, and being a class act, she prefers it in soufflé form.

Elzar:Bam.. To prevent the soufflé from exploding, Bender will carry it. He's gyroscopically stable.

Fry:Wow, it's ricketier than it looks. You better try to jump it, Bender.

Butler:I shall inform Mrs. Astor that the circus is in town.

Mrs. Astor:Where's the exploding? One does not explode in Mrs. Astor's face.

Fry:Yes, I have. And I'm his uncle.

Mrs. Astor · Fry:How charmingly unconventional. I can eat a hot dog underwater.

Mrs. Astor:Just four days into her maiden voyage, as we approached 32nd street, the land liner struck a mailbox and went down.

Fry · Leela:Mutants? That's the kind of thing you are. Shh. You know mutants aren't allowed on the surface.

Narrator:there toil a downtrodden people even less well off than the upper-middle class: The noble sewer mutants.

Narrator · Leela:mutated them into horrific monsters! Ooh! Shut up.

Narrator:These industrious, uh, 'people,' I guess

Narrator:At brown university, the nation's premiere institution of lower learning.

Narrator:Not in person, thank God.

Mrs. Astor:Really? It's also about keeping those filthy things busy. There are thousands of them down there, breeding like rats.

Guest:My great uncle once saw a rat.

Police:You going downtown, baby. Way down.

Leela's Father:Now that you're here, this hellhole feels more like a nice, regular hole.

Leela's Mother:What do you say we go get some sewer coffee, sewer cake and safeway ice cream.

Fry:I don't care what you say, Hermes.

Hermes:You did ruin her life. I am right. We should do something!

Fry:We did harbor a mutant! Uh-oh.

Leela's Father:If those guys slack off for even a second, it could explode.

Mutant:Well, they're with the chuds now.

Leela:You'll grow a camel hump or a Zoidberg face.

Fry:Um, I would, but I j... I ate a bunch of potato salad, so...

Bender:I trust the orgy pit has been scraped and buttered?

Background Character:You know it, and there's mini-quiches, too.

Mutant:Shmeepers, it's the land Titanic, the biggest and onlyest land boat ever constructed.

Zoidberg:Hand me some more of that cruise director.

Bender:It's jewelry... jewelry. It's jewelry, people!

Letter:My love for you is as unsinkable as this land ship and as brilliant as this stone. Dictated but not read, Mr. Astor.

Fry:Did you guys know I have a crush on Leela?

Leela's Mother:You've hardly touched your toilet clams.

Background Character:this is the dangest wang I ever doodled.

Bender:Get out! Get out! It's not fun anymore! I want to be alone! Alone with me?

Fry:Sorry. I tried to scream, but I barfed.

Leela:Fry, this is the stupidest, sweetest thing you've ever done.

Leela:Aw. Come here. Let me give you a kiss. Uh... hug. Handshake. I'll text you.

Fry:Beautiful mutants, please welcome... Devo!

Crowd · Devo:Play 'Whip it!' No. Play the other one.

Bender:So lonely.

Bender:What goes down must back up.

Mayor:I picked the wrong day to wear my new crocses.

Mayor:We simply pump the fruits of our excretion into Madison cube garden.

Leela:and the blood of your first-born children. That's so we have something to give up in the negotiations.

Mrs. Astor:I've never been so moved, and I see no reason to begin now.

Crowd · Bender:Are we not men now? I'm 40% potato, but close enough.

Mr. Astor:Good afternoon. I am Mr. Astor. I did not perish that fateful day, but rather plummeted into the toxic lake, where I mutated and lived in solitude until this ruddy lad here stepped into my mouth and lodged there.

Bender:Hooray! A happy ending for the rich people!

Leela's Grandmother:Was there a fire?