Patterns

Bender Should Not Be Allowed on TV

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a banana suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things.

Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?

OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Is that a cooking show? Tell them I hate them. Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.

  • That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave.
  • Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that!

    • There’s only one reasonable course of action now:

      • kill Flexo!
  • These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are.

Love’s Labors Lost in Space

Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. I had more, but you go ahead. But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver.

Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? Who are those horrible orange men?

Where the Buggalo Roam

Why would I want to know that? Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? We’re also Santa Claus! I’m sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in.

  1. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.
  2. Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient?
Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?

This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! So, how ’bout them Knicks? It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV.

But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? Look, last night was a mistake. I wish! It’s a nickel.

Love’s Labors Lost in Space

I don’t ‘need’ to drink. I can quit anytime I want! Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? Oh yeah, good luck with that.

West 57th Street and, most likely, Henry Hudson Parkway

The Mutants Are Revolting

The Honking

Attack of the Killer App

Xmas Story

A Bicyclops Built For Two
Kif Gets Knocked Up A Notch

Fear of a Bot Planet

Raging Bender

The Cyber House Rules

The Luck of the Fryrish

Love and Rocket
Fear of a Bot Planet

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