You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? 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. Who am I making this out to?
Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you.
I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Shinier than yours, meatbag. Bender?! You stole the atom. I can explain. It’s very valuable.
Shinier than yours, meatbag. What are their names? Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
Bender, you risked your life to save me! Yes! In your face, Gandhi! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! Why did you bring us here? There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera.