Bender, quit destroying the universe! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. That’s not soon enough!

Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd.

Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Why yes! Thanks for noticing. 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! Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. That could be ‘my’ beautiful soul sitting naked on a couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing.