Dwight

Dwight · Cubert · Dwight:It must be hungry. - Black holes don't need food. - Neither do nerds.

Dwight:When I re-solidify, I'm gonna put you in a world of goop.

Dwight:Well, well, if it isn't my old friends, Stretch Pants, No Pants... and Idiot.

Dwight · Fry:I heard alcohol makes you stupid. - No, I'm... Doesn't.

Dwight:Wow! A power stamper.

Dwight:Man! The ad said to allow four to six seconds for delivery. More like seven.

Cubert · Dwight:There's a crack in the hull here. That could cause explosive decompression. Put a sticker on it.

Leela · Cubert · Dwight:They'll make the ship go faster. - And what's your scientific basis for thinking that? - I'm 12.

Dwight:Run away! That bully, Brett Blob, lives there. He's ugly, mean, stupid, stink mucus!

Dwight:But, Pops, I don't want to have fun. I want to be like you, boring but prudently invested.

Dwight:No! I wish I had two mommies!

Dwight · Professor:I'm gonna take this and buy five shares of Amazon.com. A risk-taker. That's my boy.

Dwight · Cubert:Me too! I mean, I have it now. But I forgot. Well, mine's louder!

Dwight:Cool! I'm gonna have a fabulatious birthday party just like Calculon!

Cubert · Dwight:Do clones even have birthdays? Duh. Duh what?

Dwight · Cubert:This party pukes. Yeah! The guests were supposed to be here three hours ago.

Dwight:Look. I'm Bender!

Dwight:Our dads are all pumped up on dork-Osterone.

Cubert · Dwight:We could commit a burglary. Hey, yeah! Bender loves to burgle!

Cubert · Dwight:Hold up, though. Who could we rob? We don't know anyone with cool stuff. Duh. We know someone who runs on pure cool fuel: Bender!

Dwight:Whoa! We'll rob Bender! TV gave us the idea!

Dwight · Cubert:We stole it! Oh, crumb.

Dwight · Hermes:Pops?! / Is that a harpoon in your chest? / Yes. And I'm happy to see you.

Dwight:I'm kind of a harpoon snob, and let me say, that thing is gorgeous.

Dwight · Hermes:Is that a harpoon in your chest? Yes. And I'm happy to see you.

Dwight:I'm kind of a harpoon snob, and let me say, that thing is gorgeous.

Dwight's Father · Dwight:Well, anyway, I'm really looking forward to some quality father-son time. With who?

Dwight:It looks stupid. This whole trip is stupid. You're stupid, Pops!

Dwight · Father:I wish Roberto were my dad. He's cooler than a green snake smoking a sugar cane vape. No self-respecting green snake would do that!

Dwight · Father:Can I sleep in the library? I'd like to say yes, but then it wouldn't be private.

Dwight:This place has too much outdoors! It's all bugs and no Wi-Fi.

Father · Dwight · Bender:Limbo stupid? Where did I go wrong? Probably when you took up limbo. From what I'm hearing, it's stupid.

Dwight:Folks call me Amarillo Dwight. On account of I wrote a geography report on it. Done got me a 'A.'

Dwight:Why not? They using Apple Maps?

Dwight:But, won't that be, like, murder? 'Cause colleges look at stuff like that.

Dwight:Hang on! I'm limboing in!

Dwight:I love you, Pops. And limbo is not entirely stupid.

Dwight · LaBarbara:Why won't Pops come home? Did I do something to disappoint him? Plenty. But that's not the reason.

Dwight · Hermes:Pops, aren't I a little old to be sitting on your lap? And heavy, too. But stay just a little longer.

Hermes · Dwight:You have no idea how proud I am that you want to follow in my compulsively even footsteps, son. Eh, your fax made it pretty clear.

Hermes · Dwight:It's like a vast paper forest. What's a forest?

Hermes · Dwight:It may look that way to the uninitiated, but to a seasoned bureaucrat, this is art... borderin' on the erotic. Dad! I said bordering!

Hermes · Dwight:I should never have brought you here. It's too excitin'. It really isn't.

Dwight · Hermes:But that thing's gonna inflict at least 2d12 damage. We'll never survive without armor! How about chain mail?

Hermes · Dwight:Why are you shiverin'? It's not even cold in here. It's kinda hot. I know, but it just looks really cold.

Dwight · Bureaucrates:Have you tried this door? You can't use that! It's for emergencies.