Viva Mars Vegas

Robot Mafia Member:It's over eight million bucks. That's a lot of deniros.

Robot Mafia Member:Oh, this 'a Berry Berry bad!

Amy:Earth's boring. I'll save us. Let's go visit my parents at their fabulous casino in Mars Vegas.

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. Sounds good. See you Monday!

Robot Mafia Members:Better ditch the loot somewhere. Hey-yo, how about that dumpster down there? 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!

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

Fry · Mr. 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.

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

Mr. Wong:Pfft. Pathetic.

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

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

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

Mr. 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.

Mr. Wong:This whole place is finely tuned machine for separating suckers from their money.

PA 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' ♪

Leela:God didn't get to be God by giving away money.

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

Zoidberg:I don't know. I think it's called roulette.

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!

Leela: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.

PA Announcer:Category-five loser now departing.

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

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

Joey:He's full of ink! Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo.

Robot Mafia Boss: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.

Professor:No, no, no. Not in any sense of the word. But essentially, yes, entirely.

Robot Mafia Member:We're, like, 85% sure you're in there!

Zoidberg:Zoidberg's not here.

Clamps:there's some sort of smelly air pocket over here.

Robot Mafia Boss · Joey:What are you, an idiot? Pretty much, yeah.

Robot Mafia Boss:Then you won't notice when I claim your idea as my own.

Mr. Wong:Okay, fine, I just retire to my fabulous mansion.

Mrs. Wong · Amy:Who do you think been paying your rent? What's rent?

Mr. 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.

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

Zoidberg:Over here with the donut.

Leela:He stinks like the inside of a tauntaun.

Casino Patron:It ain't my gambling diaper. I just changed it.

Zoidberg · Amy:Sorry, I'm just so hungry. Don't spoil your appetite. You need to eat 300 pounds of cash salad.

Hazmat Worker:We count on that for our job that we do.

Bender:I'm a cr-razy Texas robot millionaire, and I plan on losing billions in your 'casiny.'

Hermes:Nelson, thank God you're here, Hermes!

Hermes:It means, uh, 'we must leave now in an unusual manner.'

Amy · Zoidberg:Everybody say 'fresh shrimp!' Oh... that was a rough ride.

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

Amy:Keep going. We're almost outside! Zoidberg, try to just burp up singles.

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

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

Robot Mafia Boss:This casino is wrongfully ours.

Zoidberg · Professor:So what happens to the hero of our story, Zoidberg? Will I be invisible forever? No, only until you take a bath and wash off this invisible ink. So, forever.

Zoidberg:So, forever.