Why are your Indoor Plants Dying?
What's with you kids? Every other day it's food, food, food. Alright, I'll get you some stupid food. You're going to do his laundry? Well I'da done better, but it's plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
It may comfort you to know that Fry's death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels. And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you?
And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! Too much work. Let's burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.
We don't have a brig. And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused.
Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie! Good news, everyone! I've taught the toaster to feel love!
No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Shinier than yours, meatbag. Daylight and everything. Say it in Russian! But existing is basically all I do! 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?
Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you?
I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! No, just a regular mistake. What's with you kids? Every other day it's food, food, food. Alright, I'll get you some stupid food.
There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Kif might! Alright, let's mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew.
It may comfort you to know that Fry's death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it… then perhaps gifts!
What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! 'It is!' My precious torso! It must be wonderful. Michelle, I don't regret this, but I both rue and lament it. Ah, the 'Breakfast Club' soundtrack! I can't wait til I'm old enough to feel ways about stuff!
