Nibbler

Fry · Nibbler:Is one of you I.C. Wiener? If that's his pizza, then I am.

Nibbler:Oh, stupider.

Nibbler:By the time you pronounce one letter of my name...a trillion cosmoses would sink into eternal night.

Nibbler:When the universe was forged in the big bang...our mighty race was already 17 years old.

Nibbler:Thoughts screech at them like the forced laughs of movie patrons.

Nibbler · Leela:Like a carpet-remnant prom dress. - Like your prom dress.

Nibbler · Leela:- Like a carpet-remnant prom dress. - Like your prom dress.

Nibbler:And so, life returned to normal. Or as normal as it gets on this dirtball inhabited by psychotic apes.

Nibbler:Except Fry. And no one believed him or cared what he had to say.

Nibbler:And when that day comes, God help us. God help us all.

Leela · Nibbler:No, Nibbler! Don't drink the pool water! It's full of chlorine. [Nibbler groaning, burping, coughing]

Nibbler:Oh, sure, you need all your blood!

Nibbler:The poop eradication is but one aspect of your importance!

Fry · Nibbler:Are you my mommy? Negative.

Nibbler:Verily. And that past nastification is what shields you from the brains.

Nibbler:Yes. Except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock.

Nibbler:A giant memory bank twice the size of 3 ordinary memory banks.

Fry · Nibbler:So they try to learn things? - Right. - Those bastards!

Nibbler:Then outrun the blast on this Scooty-Puff, Jr.

Fry · Nibbler:Sorry, what? I wasn't paying attention. - That is most wise. - Who?

Nibbler:Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers!

Nibbler · Leela:Leela, it's time you and I had a talk. A talk?! You can't break up with me. You're my pet.

Nibbler:I keep telling you, that's my real naval uniform.

Nibbler:My best friend died in that uniform.

Nibbler:If I had a spray bottle, I'd give him such a spritzing.

Nibbler:I'll tell you one thing... nothing acts that cute without some ulterior motive.

Nibbler:Here's my new theory: That is one adorable cat.

Nibbler:I warn you, if I have to get cute, it's gonna get ugly.

Head Cat · Nibbler:You can talk! You can talk? How ironic! Two hyper-intelligent beings both pretending to be simple house pets.

Nibbler · Amy:Say, do you know Obliteron? He pretends to be a hamster, but... Yeah, that's really great. Could you please tell us what's going on?!

Nibbler:Hey, you remember where we parked?

Digby · Nibbler:Give me that. You're in no condition to fly. ... Bye-bye, keys.

Nibbler:Because this isn't your dream. It's your mother's dream.

Leela · Nibbler:Nibbler! You can talk! You always forget I can talk. Nibbler! You can talk!

Nibbler · Fry:What's a 2x3x5 letter name for a 3x23x29 number name for a movie featuring a 1x4x9 object? Easy. A Space Odyssey.

Leela · Nibbler:Nibbler, you really are my BFF. My best furry friend. Too corny?

Nibbler:Merely a hairball. I'm perfectly... [collapses]

Nibbler:Make it American. In individual plastic-wrapped slices.

Nibbler:Not the cone of shame!

Leela · Nibbler:How dumb are you on a scale of one to Fry? I can't even count that high anymore.

Bender · Nibbler:Really? 'Cause I'm seeing poop. Open your minds and see as I see.

Beetle · Nibbler:It's pronounced doong. Uh, sorry, Messiah. Keep going.

Nibbler:And that in itself is blutier... Um, uh, boo-too-poo-pool. Pretty.

Nibbler:I can no longer predict the ending of an M. Night Shyamalan movie.

Nibbler:Though my mental, uh, brain may deteriorate, I will always look back on what we had with... big happy. And you is... be my buddy and... so, so... itchy.

Nibbler · Leela · Leela:Do you think I'll be left behind? What if they don't take pets? / Ow! I told you, you're not a pet! Now fetch me my slipper.