Professor, we’ve talked it over, and everyone thinks you’re too old.
“Ok, Captain. This is just a standard legal release protecting Planet Express from lawsuits in the event of the unforeseen.”
“Death by airlock failure.. Death by brain parasite… Death by sonic diarrhea.”
“I move that everyone come to my apartment and snuggle my cat.”
“…Second.”
“I move that your cat stinks and is ugly.”
“…Second.”
“Labor day? That phony-baloney holiday crammed down our throats by fatcat union gangsters?”
“…that’s the one.”
“Hot damn! A day off!”
I don’t want you to worry about your jobs while you’re away. That’s why I’m firing you now.
“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.
GOOD LORD, MON. What kind of temporary woman are you??
“He’ll be as strong and flexible as Gumby and Hercules combined.”
“Gumbercules? I love that guy!”
What’s so wonderful about Leela being normal?! The rest of us aren’t normal, and that’s what makes us great!