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Mom:Holy crap, that bastard's itchy.

Mom · Walt · Larry:Walt, cream soda. Right away, Mother. Larry, get your mother a cream soda. But Mom said... You heard me.

Mom:You don't have to do the math to know that's a buttload of oil.

Mom:If anyone ever got hold of anchovy DNA they could chop out the oil-making gene stick it in a bunch of third world kids and bam! Cheap, effective robot oil

Mom:Esther, you ugly.

Walt · Mom:Mother, you are one clever old scag. And don't you forget it.

Mom:Now I'm off to some charity B.S. For knocked-up teenage sluts.

Mom:Listen, you little bastard... I control the robot oil business... and I won't let you ruin me.

Mom:Holy hell! You're going to eat them? Oh! Well, just make sure you eat them all. You're a growing boy. Toodle-oo! Dumb ass.

Mom:Jerkwad robots make me sick to my ass.

Mom:False hope. I love it!

Mom:Shove a big old melon in it, I'm talking!

Mom:I hate Mother's Day, you dribbling pukes!

Mom · Morbo:I've never seen my babies act this way. I blame today's violent media. - Violent media? What a load of...

Mom · Walt:I don't know. I guess Mother's Day just puts me in a bad mood. - Why's that, Ma? - Cram it, ape!

Mom · Larry:Some snot-eating bastards say it made me a bitter woman. / Ma. You're not a bitter... / Cram it, ape!

Mom:But if I ever see him again, I swear I'll jam a squirrel in him!

Mom:Build them 8 feet tall and replace the rainbow with a laser! We'll make billions on the arms market!

Mom:You pus-dripping sack of double-smoked butt jerky.

Mom · Professor Farnsworth:Seventy years and you remembered my favorite flower. - Your favorite what? Why does my foot hurt?

Mom · Professor · Mom:Filthy toothless nerd bastard! / Damned she-fossil! / Stink pig!

Mom:Kids, take your suicide pills so you won't suffer!

Mom:Fly, my stupids! Fly out and get them! You promised you'd bake monkey cake today! By 'monkey cake,' I meant your ass!

Mom:Here's why I brought you, you twice-baked barf bags! I've always wanted a daughter to love. You want to get adopted, you skank?

Mom:I'm melting! Oh! Who would have thought a small amount of liquid would ever fall on me?

Mom:You call that a pressed ham? Walt, hit the retaliate button!

Mom:Any button! They all retaliate!

Mom:I'm sick of hearing about those turtle squirts!

Mom:Jam a bastard in it, you crap!

Mom:Crap spackle! We'll just call it a sport utility robot and classify it as a light truck.

Mom:Whereas Robot 1-X runs on pollution and emits pure oxygen... With a fresh pine scent.

Mom:Say, you're from one of those ethnicities that knows about technology.

Mom:And when I say killer app, I mean killer app!

Mom:thanks to twitcher, morons voluntarily spew out every fact I need to exploit them!

Mom:Are you dumb bastards listening to me, you dumb bastards?

Mom:for instead of infecting computers, it infects the human brain.

Mom · Son:The important thing is, we're a family. No, it's not!

Mom:Welcome to Momcorp. Did you find everything you were burgling for?

Mom:Then you got surprised by my swivel chair for nothing.

Mom:Once we give robots free will, they're sure to rise up and threaten mankind with extermination. ...I'll sell a second wave of robots to protect the terrified survivors of the first wave.

Mom:To this day, my poor, sweet robots can't exterminate humanity without being told to.

Mom:Shoot anyone who doesn't obey hard enough.

Mom:Stop gaining knowledge, Hubert.

Mom:You need an alien hacked to pieces, he's the best there is... in the budget category.

Mom:There's nothing unethical about covert biological weapons research. I said relax!

Mom:Then I'll take it.

Walt · Larry · Igner · Mom:Mommy! What is it, you colicky bastards!

Mom:Nobody rips off my kids but me!

Mom:It better not be those little Korean girls again.

Mom:That nerdburglar overclocked the robot's processor!

Walt · Mom:Even an idiot like me knows that. - An idiot like you knows nothing! - Aah!

Walt · Mom:Even an idiot like me knows he'll be ruined. - An idiot like you is correct! - Aah!

Walt · Mom:Can you die happy now? - Not yet. - Darn.

Mom:Son of a nerd!

Mom:Welcome to MomCorp. Did you find everything you were burgling for?

Mom · Professor:At last. Once we give robots free will, they're sure to rise up and threaten mankind with extermination. Wait a minute. It sounds like we're getting the short end of that extermination.

Mom:Don't you see, you doddering young fool? I'll sell a second wave of robots to protect the terrified survivors of the first wave.

Mom:To this day, my poor, sweet robots can't exterminate humanity without being told to.

Child · Mom:Mom, why is there orange in my Purpleberry Puffs? / As an active morn, I care about these things.

Mom:It's not a pun, it's a play on words!

Mom:I wish. Then I could stop these things from collapsing under their own weight.

Mom:Find yourself a porcupine, blast some pig dna into it, microwave till juicy. (bell dings) and bang! You've got a cocktail treat complete with built-in toothpicks.

Mom:It's where I keep my warning signs, all right? Stop asking questions!

Mom · Walt:Genes with a 'g'! Now, that's a pun.

Mom:Memo to self: Breed giant cat to drag things in.

Leela · Mom:And once that genie's out of the bottle... I can cure you, too. Okay, I'm in.

Mom · Farmer · Another farmer:Financial remuneration. - That's just a bribe. - It is? Hear her out!

Mom:Always listening... Always watching... But also respecting your privacy because privacy comes first.

Mom:Yes. They're much better than unions. I-I mean humans.

Mom:Shut up! I was talking to Invasa.

Walt · Mom:Slap balm? Why would we need... Ow!

Mom · Invasa:Who's a smart speaker? - Is it me? Yep. Yep. Nope. Aw yeah! Look at me go!

Mom:But, Bender, you are home.

Mom:What kinda threat is that? Everybody knows I'm evil.

Mom · Computer:Does this feel like my regular slap? Yes!

Fry · Mom:Is it Invasa? - I'm not even gonna dignify that with a slap.

Mom:like recording our customers in the shower.

Mom:You know? Never mind. Uh, just keep doing what you're doing.

Amy · Mom:This isn't kid's stuff, Mom! We're making NFTs.

Mom:Blockchain. Blockchain. Block... Blockchain? That is so interest...

Mom:That kind.

Mom:When I had you, I should have aimed for the trash!

Mom:They'll spread across the world like steaming hot acne.

Mom:You burn the beans enough, it's like drinking caffeinated cigar ashes.

Mom:I already resold the whole crap load for a butt-truck of ass-cash!

Auctioneer · Mom:Do I hear Girl, Are You Kidding Me Right Now? / You only live once, Mother. Although it's been a very long once.

Mom:God, she looked awful.

Mom:He's a treasure, is what he is.

Mom:Sibling rivalry, I love it!