Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. 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’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase „upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little „e”, big „B”?