Otherwise

Award Host:Good luck, Dwight.

Dwight's Father:Don't feel bad, son. We couldn't be more proud of you. Unless, of course, you had won the award.

Award Host:Mike Pisarik, lion.

Award Host:They're on the truck to Heaven now.

Fry:And the fish sticks were limp!

Fry:Ooh. Hefty. You could really bash in a skull with this thing.

Professor Farnsworth:I came down with a searing case of 'who-gives-a-crap?'

Bender:Sure, they exhibit all the telltale signs. Toenails growing, hearts pumping fluid, the whole shmagoigle.

Bender:So where do these fossils live? In sedimentary rock?

Hermes:they live in a virtual retirement home on the Near-Death Star

Fry:Oh, really? Does that rule apply to Clippie winners?

Fry:My God! It's full of geezers.

Fry:My God! It's full of geezers.

Fry:Is it some kind of Craft-matic adjustable death bed?

Leela:Like a potato? Or a battery?

Amy:it seemed like the single crummiest, laziest, most awful, dimwitted idea in the entire history of science fiction, but it turned out to be true. Who knew?

Amy:Good work, writer of The Matrix.

Fry:I'm gonna call them Gram-gram and Shabba-doo.

Bender:They look just like you, Fry. Arms, legs, ugly.

Bender:It's not just safe, it's 40% safe.

Fry:There's only one word for it. Terrible. And also horrible.

Ned Farnsworth:Forget it, you flimflammer. I can smell a scam a mile away.

Background character:Reverse mortgages. Get your reverse mortgages here.

Background Character:Reverse mortgages. Get your reverse mortgages here.

Fry · Velma Farnsworth:See, I got frozen, and your son, Professor Farnsworth, is my great-great-great- great-great-great... Eh? What? Yep, I'm your grandson all right.

Fry:Most recently, yes.

Velma Farnsworth:I don't cook much since we moved out of reality.

Fry:That's a doozy. Hey, look at this. I can pull my thumb off.

Fry:Stop, Shabba-doo, you're freaking me out.

Velma Farnsworth:You should have seen him when he was little. My golly, he was crotchety and moldy.

Retirement Home Resident:rigged Bingo!

Fry:What? Oh, God, I'm still here?

Fry:I don't think Gram-gram likes that place. And I know Shabba-don't.

Bender:Oh, I'm about to lose history's greatest life all because of some useless old people.

Fry:They're not useless. They can cook ham casserole, and watch TV at incredible volume, and they generate electricity.

Bender:I meant Feingold!

Hermes:Hey, Zoidberg, you forgot to empty this trash can.

Professor Farnsworth:Are they my zombies from Hammacher Schlemmer?

Professor Farnsworth:Are they my zombies from Hammacher Schlemmer?

Ned Farnsworth:What crawled up his Geritol?

Bender:Lady, all of human history happened in your past!

Bender:"Live it up"? I'll be surprised if you live it out!

Bender:'Live it up'? I'll be surprised if you live it out!

Fry:Gram-gram fell down at the ice cream store and we got free ice cream!

Professor Farnsworth:I just want my parents to love me. God, how I hate them!

Professor Farnsworth:I just want my parents to love me. God, how I hate them!

Professor Farnsworth:They never played with me like that. They were always 'too tired.' Oh, what awful parents!

Professor Farnsworth:But my parents were simple hedge fund managers who couldn't appreciate my interest in science.

Young Farnsworth's Mother:Honey, I'm afraid we can't let you go. You're just not emotionally mature enough for college yet.

Young Professor Farnsworth:'Not mature enough...'

Professor Farnsworth:Oh, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You ruined my life! Goodbye!

Bender:That is one crazy, uncircumcised old man.

Leela:but the wind caught his skin flaps and sent him parasailing over the Queensboro Bridge.

Bender:Why would he go to Queens? He doesn't need tires.

Velma Farnsworth:Put on your glasses, sweetie.

Velma Farnsworth:He was our crazy-ass nut job, and we loved him.

Ned Farnsworth:Yeah, sweat. Right.

Ned Farnsworth:He was admitted to a prestigious institution. A mental institution!

Ned Farnsworth:Got himself a full wackademic scholarship.

Velma Farnsworth:online doctorate in Rodeo Studies

Professor Farnsworth:Floyd? Who the hell's Floyd? I'm Hubert!

Professor Farnsworth:It felt like a minute compared to grad school.

Bender:a homeless rodeo clown named Floyd came to the door claiming he was...

Ned Farnsworth:My damn skin even hurts.

Professor Farnsworth:Appearances. Just a simple matter of appearances.

Professor Farnsworth:Appearances. Just a simple matter of appearances.

Ned Farnsworth:Not too tired to chase you, you cute little nut job!