31St Century Fox

Professor:You can't expect me to honor what Year-Ago Professor said. That guy was young and foolish.

Tailor:Can I offer you maybe a nice macaroon cut in seven pieces?

Professor:Such a stereotype.

Professor:I'm looking for something in a space uniform that's respectfully humiliating but can come out of an employee's salary without his noticing.

Tailor:It recycles your solid waste into a nice piece gefilte fish.

Fry:Is there a way to just keep it as solid waste?

Tailor:Please don't pull it off.

Bender:Yo, Squidward Scissorhands, you got this in an adult robot medium?

Bender:Well, I am descended from Prince Albert's can.

Professor:That sounds like something Year-Ago Professor would do.

Fry:Finally, a uniform I'd be happy to be caught dead in.

Fry:And, boy, does it wick away moisture, gallons and gallons of it.

Fry:I just wish my fists weren't sewn to my belt.

Bender:I made free with it.

Bender:Foxhunting is an ancient and noble pursuit that's fascinated me ever since I first heard of it 10 minutes ago.

Bender:Look at Hermes's tortoiseshell glasses. The Professor's walrus-ivory teeth. And don't forget the zebra-fur ship cozy.

Bender:See, Leela, there are two sides to every shameful act.

Leela:The first thing.

Leela:This is my best protest sign ever, and it was easy because I started with a 'save the ox' sign I already had.

Leela:None of your business.

Bender:But he's doing it.

Bender:You're quite welcome, sir.

Bender:Wow, this is easier than I thought.

Bender:Man, it would have been so much easier to kill it in the cage.

Hunt Master:I mean, look at that sign. It's magnificent.

Leela:I used a ruler and I erased all the pencil lines when I was finished.

Hunt Master:Charming. Now, into the ditch with you.

Leela:Ha! I saw that coming from a mile...

Leela:I saw it coming from a mile...

Bender:Either way.

Bender:Robot foxhunting is a crime against robo-nature.

Hunt Master:They're not foxhounds. They're springer spaniels, you twit.

Hunt Master:Or rather spring-powered spaniels.

Bender:Also, can I get my parking validated?

Bender:and no milking machine should have to milk a robot cow.

Leela:Those injustices don't even exist.

Bender:Then let's find some that do.

Robot Chicken:Actually, they was.

Butcher:You got to take a number.

Leela:You ready to call it a day, or do you have one more score to settle?

Bender:The second thing.

Bender:He's crooked, but fair.

Amy:There was a bear.

Bender:Here. But no chocolate, it's bedtime.

Bender:I spent all night on that.

Bender:Sorry, mutton-chump. No fox, no hunt.

Bender:On the other hand, I could run faster through that open meadow. But of course, the forest might protect my fair robot skin from sunburn.

Bender:Then again, a nice run through a meadow, who could say no to that?

Amy:It's so cute. Horseshoe crab cute.

Bender:And he peed on the locker room floor. That's my territory.

Amy:Not Penelope.

Fry:Missed it by that much.

Bender:Wait, I know what'll confuse those dogs. Catnip.

Bender:Too bad my only merit badge was in interpretive dance.

Bender:Wait. I can use the universal language of dance to signal for help.

Bender:That was my second-favorite ankle.

Bender:Is that two caterpillars making sweet love?

Bender:And you die first?

Bender:You lousy son of a... I get it. You freed me.

Leela:Oh, my God. It's Bender's middle finger.

Bender:Wait, whom. Who's tripping whom?

Unknown:He left an hour before that.

Bender:I did. Too bad you didn't.

Bender:To die in agony at the hands of the world's greatest lover?

Fry:He was also a robot? Dude!

Fry:He was also a robot? Dude!

Leela:Let me think about this... I guess it's okay.

Leela:I guess it's okay.