Attack Of The Clothes

Zapp · Kif:Well, what'll it be, folks? Tap water or bottled? Whatever. Kif, you pick. Oh, oh, it's always so hard to decide. Tap. I mean bottled. Bam!

Amy · Leela:Ooh, I love your boots, Leela. Nobody would ever guess they're knockoffs. How could you tell? I guessed.

Fry:Like how I might say I like Amy's dress 'cause it covers all her tramp stamps.

Zapp:Now, enough about who is and who isn't a Chinese skank. We're just two happy couples on a double date.

Leela:Let's go! Let's go! We've got to get these moon rocks to the moon by moondown.

Leela:Oh, those lunar crybabies claim the rocks were stolen by the Apollo astronauts. They consider them part of their cultural heritage.

Bender · Leela:Nice work, Leela. You're really pulling your weight. Which is saying something. Ow!

Leela:I don't even need my over-the-shoulder boulder holder.

Leela:With one-sixth gravity, you can work and be lazy at the same time. It's like being a voice actor.

Moon hillbilly:It's a necessity of the sport, it is.

Leela:This is what I was expecting.

Moon hillbilly:You see that there? That's called a floor. Once a butterfly hits that, she's out.

Moon hillbilly:Keep your eye on the ground. That's where she's going to land. Yep, called it.

Amy:Judging from your tank top, you love getting hooted at by hillbillies. And you could use the $50 for another gallon of Hello Kitty perfume.

Moon Hillbilly:The bicker sisters teaming up? Talk about cat women on the moon.

Fry:Then prove it. By fighting.

Kif:Why don't you and I ever do things together?

Leela:Amy, remember when we tried out for the Rockettes? And we failed because we accidentally kicked those two Rockettes to death?

Murderfly:We'll teach you not to lose immediately.

Announcer:Yay. They can move their arms.

Abner Doubledeal:Nothing that doesn't happen to everyone eventually.

Narrator:And so began the fight career of two skimpy outfits and the feisty women who filled them.

Narrator:And although sometimes they got beaten, other times, they got beaten badly.

Narrator:But just when it looked like they'd never win... They didn't.

Amy:Even that team that turned out to be us in the mirror.

Amy:Whoa, that puts the lead in my pencil. Thanks, trainer.

Trainer:Or... Inject it between your toes. Either way works, right?

Amy:Mmm! A guy could get used to this.

Sportsbot:That's pretty much it.

Professor:So are carrots, but you don't see me injecting them between my toes.

Leela:I already got a double date with arm and hammer.

Bender:Oh, so now I'm your last-resort booty call, huh? Okay, let's go.

Amy:Cork your face bladder. I'm working!

Murderfly:I got a little boy at home, and he's dying. Dying to see me kill these two.

Leela · Amy:But from neglect. 'Cause you're going home in an urn. A funerary urn.

Kif:She just wants to hit me with various chairs.

Fry · Leela:Hey Leela, want to know what the most beautiful thing is? No. Let's get hopped up.

Butterfly curator:Suck them, burn them... As long as they're not butterflies, I don't give a grand crap.

Butterfly Curator:He can be identified by his orange coloration and enormous butterjunk.

Bender:What's he gonna do, migrate at us?

Butterfly curator:But believe me, you'll rue the day you came to the Butterfly Preserve. Well, enjoy the Butterfly Preserve.

Fry:I don't even know why we're helping find an addictive drug for our mean girlfriends.

Fry:It smells like a skunk stuffed with feta cheese.

Bender:Thank God I don't have a nose.

Fry · Kif's father:Wait, you're flies. Don't you eat excrement? That's a day at the beach compared to this.

Amy:You smell kind of nice.

Fry:But McGruff the Crime Dog says... Oh!

Bender:I'm done polishing my ass, Fry. Here's your toothbrush back.

Leela:As God is my witness, I'll never forgive you for this!

Bender:This planet's got it going on.

Professor:Sweet orgy of Georgia! Have you girls gone wild?

Professor:Sweet orgy of Georgia! Have you girls gone wild?

Amy:Oh, I think I'm getting a little caterpilly.

Leela:All right, let's get this party ended.

Amy:I don't give a crap!

Bender:Well, looks like Fry's three-way is down to a one-way. If he's lucky.

Abner Doubledeal:What are you doing at your place of work?

Announcer:Since this is a championship match, we are gonna need some lava!

Murderfly:I once killed a sea turtle with these boots.

Amy:He's even more beautiful than before!

Kif:Oh, cripes! They're mating!

Announcer:I am so sorry for allowing this lurid sex act to taint an otherwise delightful day of family-friendly violence.

Bender:That is some freaky bug-on-bug action. I feel a little left out.

Professor:He has absolutely no brain activity. Look! He lost the strange insect parts. He's back to normal!