Leela’s Homeworld

You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? Oh yeah, good luck with that. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.

War Is the H-Word

Ummm…to eBay? Bender, we’re trying our best. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers.

• I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?
• Tell them I hate them.
• Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved.

Love’s Labors Lost in Space

Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! Ooh, name it after me! Oh sure! Blame the wizards!

Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?

Yeah, lots of people did. I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose.

1. Meh.
2. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’!

Love and Rocket

No! The cat shelter’s on to me. For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.