THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! That's right, baby. I ain't your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him!
I'm Santa Claus! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
Who are you, my warranty?! What's with you kids? Every other day it's food, food, food. Alright, I'll get you some stupid food.
Pansy. There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! And then the battle's not so bad? Michelle, I don't regret this, but I both rue and lament it. We'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go home.
OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. Can we have Bender Burgers again?
