No, I'm Santa Claus! Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it… then perhaps gifts! Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk!
My Three Suns
Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Okay, it's 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can't hold the charge and the reception isn't very… Goodbye, friends. I never thought I'd die like this. But I always really hoped.
- Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk!
- Professor, make a woman out of me.
Bender Gets Made
Hey, tell me something. You've got all this money. How come you always dress like you're doing your laundry? Take me to your leader! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Do a flip! Morbo will now introduce tonight's candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo's good friend, Richard Nixon. WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT!
A Pharaoh to Remember
No, I'm Santa Claus! I'm a thing. Professor, make a woman out of me. You're going back for the Countess, aren't you?
- Fry, we have a crate to deliver.
- Take me to your leader!
- Fry! Stay back! He's too powerful!
There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. That could be 'my' beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing. Bender?! You stole the atom.