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| - (after he freezes Leela) Fry: See ya' in a thousand years. (Is about to leave, then comes back and switches it from 1000 years, to five minutes) Fry: You owe me. Fry: So I guess without jobs, we'll be fugitives forever. Prof. Farnsworth: Not necessarily. Are you three, by any chance, interested in becoming my new spaceship crew? Bender: New crew? W-What happened to the old crew? Prof. Farnsworth: Oh, those poor sons of - but that's not important. The important thing is I need a new crew. Leela: Can't we get away in the ship? Prof. Farnsworth: I suppose it is technically possible. Though I am already in my pyjamas. Smitty: Attention, job deserters! Come out with your hands up. We have you partially surrounded! [edit] Prof. Farnsworth: Let me show you around. That's my
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| - (after he freezes Leela) Fry: See ya' in a thousand years. (Is about to leave, then comes back and switches it from 1000 years, to five minutes) Fry: You owe me. Fry: So I guess without jobs, we'll be fugitives forever. Prof. Farnsworth: Not necessarily. Are you three, by any chance, interested in becoming my new spaceship crew? Bender: New crew? W-What happened to the old crew? Prof. Farnsworth: Oh, those poor sons of - but that's not important. The important thing is I need a new crew. Leela: Can't we get away in the ship? Prof. Farnsworth: I suppose it is technically possible. Though I am already in my pyjamas. Smitty: Attention, job deserters! Come out with your hands up. We have you partially surrounded! [edit] Prof. Farnsworth: Let me show you around. That's my lab table and this is my work-stool. And over there is my intergalactic spaceship! And here's where I keep assorted lengths of wire. Fry: Whoa! A real live spaceship! Prof. Farnsworth: I designed it myself. Let me show you some of the different lengths of wire I used. Prof. Farnsworth: Who are you? Fry: I'm your dear old Uncle Fry. Prof. Farnsworth: I don't have an Uncle Fry. Bender: You do now! Fry: It's my old neighbourhood. Man, this brings back a lot of memories. Bender: Keep 'em to yourself, pops. Bender: You were right, Fry! From now on I'm going to bend what I want, when I want, who I want! Smitty: Keep your big nose out of this, eyeball! Leela: No one makes fun of my nose. Leela: Look, he's just a nobody who doesn't want to be a delivery boy. I'd really rather not force it on him. Ipgee: Well that's your job, whether you like it or not and it's my job to make you do your job whether I like it or not - which I do - very much! Suicide Booth: You are now dead. Thank you for using Stop-N-Drop, America's favourite suicide booth since 2008. Suicide Booth: Please select mode of death: "Quick And Painless" or "Slow And Horrible". Fry: Yeah, I'd like to place a collect call. Suicide Booth: You have selected: "Slow And Horrible". Bender: Great choice! Leela: You've been assigned the job you're best at just like everyone else. Fry: What if I refuse? Leela: Then you'll be fired... Fry: Fine! Leela: ...out of a cannon into the Sun! Prof. Farnsworth: My god, I am your nephew. This is absolutely incredible! Bender: Heh-heh, can we have some money? Prof. Farnsworth: Oh my, no! Fry: So what do you do, Bender? Bender: I'm a Bender. I bend girders. That's all I'm programmed to do. Fry: Were you any good? Bender: Are you kidding? I could bend a girder to any angle - thirty degrees, thirty-two degrees... thirty-one... but I couldn't go on living once I found out what they were for. Fry: What? Bender: Making suicide booths! Fry: Why would a robot need to drink? Bender: I don't need to drink. I can quit any time I want! Fry: C'mon, Bender! It's up to you to make your own decisions in life. That's what separates people and robots from animals... and animal robots. Bender: You really want a robot for a friend? Fry: Yeah, ever since I was six. Bender: Well, okay. But I don't want people thinking we're robo-sexuals, so if anyone asks, you're my debugger. Fry: Can I ask you a question? Leela: As long as it's not about my eye. Fry: Uh... Leela: Is it about my eye? Fry: Sort of. Leela: [sighs] Just ask the question. Fry: What's with the eye? Leela: I'm an alien, all right? Now let's change the subject. Fry: [excited] Cool, an alien. Has your race taken over the Earth? Leela: No, I just work here. Fry: My God! It's the future. My parents, my co-workers, my girlfriend. I'll never see any of them again. Yahoo! Fry: Wait a minute, is that blimp accurate? Leela: Yep. It's December 31st 2999. Fry: My God! A million years! Fry: Space; It seems to go on and on forever...but then you get to the end and a gorilla starts throwing barrels at you. Fry: Whoa... a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year's costume? Bender: Bite my shiny metal ass. Fry: It doesn't look so shiny to me. Bender: Shinier than yours meatbag. Fry: This is awesome! Are we gonna fly through space fighting monsters and teaching alien women to love? Farnsworth: If by that you mean transporting cargo? Then yes! Fry: Hello! Pizza delivery for... I.C. Wiener? Aww, crud. I always thought by this point in my life I'd be the one making the crank calls. Leela: Well, at least here you'll be treated with dignity. Now strip naked and get on the probulator. Fry: If your programming told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it? Bender: I dunno, I'd have to check my programming... yup.
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