Viva Mars Vegas

Zoidberg:That's a lot of deniros. Oh, this 'a Berry Berry bad!

Zoidberg:Look out, penny slots. I've got a system. It's to put all my money in you.

Zoidberg:What? It's full of fat guys in sandals.

Zoidberg:Oh, yes, better. A lonely weekend in my dumpster with a jar of pennies and tears.

Robot Mafia:You mean the one in that alley off 72nd street? Yeah. What do you think I'm pointing at?

Zoidberg:God, it's Zoidberg. I hate to bother you, but... Okay, okay, I'll shut up!

Wong:This very lucky casino own. Someone wins one million dollar every hour! Usually it us.

Amy · Wong:Well, they do work for minimum wage in a land that was once theirs. Yeah, but they never made wise use of the land.

Wong:When my ancestor Reginald wong found them here, they had no bingo parlors and only one prostitute.

Amy:Pfft. Pathetic.

Wong:Ooh, perfect timing! It's the weekly changing of the shrimp!

Wong:It's Mars' happiest place on earth!

Bender:This much money could feed a small, starving planet. But it doesn't!

Wong:Don't mess with blind Joe. Nothing get past his sense of smell. Yeah, that's why he in here. Guarding galaxy's most secure safe.

Casino announcer:Category-five sucker now arriving.

Casino singer:♪ the minute you walked in the joint, I could smell you were a man who was stinkin' ♪

Zoidberg:It's my eight million dollars. God gave it to me.

Professor:Oh, come now! God didn't get to be God by giving away money.

Zoidberg:This is why you never see a poor person with millions of dollars

Casino worker:I think that's about eight.

Amy · Zoidberg:Zoidberg, what are you doing?! I don't know. I think it's called roulette.

Zoidberg:Let it ride!

Zoidberg:Vodka with a sardine in it, please. In fact, vodka with a sardine all around!

Zoidberg:No! I'm having fun and a sardini!

Professor:Now that's the God I know.

Zoidberg:But for one brief moment, I made everybody on Mars happy. And if you ask me, that makes me a winner.

Casino announcer:Category-five loser now departing.

Clamps:This Judith Krantz novel's only missing its frontispiece.

Robot mafia:He can't be lying', boss, not after a krantzing like that.

Robot mafia:We should have brought a gun.

Amy:Oh, my God! Amy's mirror got a tattoo!

Professor:Oh, Hermes, you and your preposterous Sci-Fi nonsense. No, this is simply a translucidating ink polarizer.

Professor:Nobody said that.

Hermes:Hide a giant lobster covered in ink? And how do you propose we do that?

Zoidberg · Professor:You mean I'm invisible? No, no, no. Not in any sense of the word. But essentially, yes, entirely.

Robot mafia:It's no use, Zoidberg. We're, like, 85% sure you're in there!

Robot mafia:Come on, clamps, let's go, and watch out... there's some sort of smelly air pocket over here.

Donbot · Clamps:What are you, an idiot? Pretty much, yeah.

Donbot · Wong:Your casino... give it to us. Okay, fine, I just retire to my fabulous mansion.

Amy:What's rent?

Wong:It's not a dump. It's the company housing we built for our employees.

Zoidberg:You can't afford tissue any more. This is Walgreens brand nose paper.

Zoidberg:No, you snuck in here while I was grabbing a bubble cake.

Zoidberg:Of course, because no one can possibly know what I'm up to.

Amy · Professor:Um, how come we've never been in this room before? I think this chart will answer that.

Professor:Not if Zoidberg eats the money. Everything he swallows turns invisible.

Hermes:He stinks like the inside of a tauntaun.

Bender:Whoa-ho! Don't shut that door, partner. I'm a cr-razy Texas robot millionaire, and I plan on losing billions in your 'casiny.'

Hermes:Hello! I'm prime minister Nelson Okeke of Nigeria. I trust you received my spam e-mail?

Professor:Uh, I said 'aseeka kanamoo atall.' It means, uh, 'we must leave now in an unusual manner.'

Casino patron:Look! The shrimp cart's paying out!

Blind Joe:Smell with your eyes what I see with my nose.

Donbot:And let this be a lesson to any other albino lobsters thinking of robbing our casino

Donbot:This casino is wrongfully ours.

Zoidberg:So, forever.