Here’s your final lesson

I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!

I don’t want to be rescued. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!

• I never loved you.
• You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.
• I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’!

Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.

We’re rescuing ya. I never loved you. It’s toe-tappingly tragic! One hundred dollars. Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker.

Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit!