No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don't own!
One hundred dollars. Bender, this is Fry's decision… and he made it wrong. So it's time for us to interfere in his life. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Hi, I'm a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute.

It's toe-tappingly tragic! Why not indeed! Leela's gonna kill me. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Leela's gonna kill me. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!

You can see how I lived before I met you.
Fry! Stay back! He's too powerful! 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'!

Who's brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere?
I found what I need. And it's not friends, it's things.
Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?
Isn't it true that you have been paid for your testimony?

Daddy Bender, we're hungry. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Oh, you're a dollar naughtier than most.

Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.
Oh, you're a dollar naughtier than most.
Belligerent and numerous.