Qui sommes-nous ?

Leela’s gonna kill me. Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it. Shinier than yours, meatbag. No, just a regular mistake. Really?!

We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. 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?

Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.

What are their names? But I’ve never been to the moon! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first. Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.

You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!

Ow, my spirit! Negative, bossy meat creature! No. We’re on the top. It’s a T. It goes « tuh ».

• Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute.
• Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain.
• Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file!

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’! Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence?

Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT! So, how ’bout them Knicks? Now what? I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?