“It’s just like makin’ love: left, down, rotate 62 degrees, engage rotor…”
“I KNOW how to make love.”
Professor, we’ve talked it over, and everyone thinks you’re too old.
THAT’S HER, OFFICERS! That’s the woman that programmed me for evil!
Ahhh, she’s built like a steak house, but she handles like a bistro.
“Anywho, your net suits will let you experience Fry’s worm-infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.”
“There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like.”
Wow! Nude hot-tubbing? That’s all I need to hear about Freedom Day.
IT’S A SPACESHIP, DAMMIT! NOT A PROM LIMOUSINE!
“WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?! Is it puberty?!”
“It’s a phone call, dingus.”