Bender: So, if my body gets killed, big whoop! I just download into another body. I'm immortal, baby! Amy: What? Then how come you always scream so much when you're in danger? Bender: I never said I wasn't a drama queen. Bender: Dying sucks butt. How do you living beings cope with mortality? Leela: Violent outbursts. Amy: General slutty-ness. Fry: Thanks to denial, I'm immortal. Bender: Hermes, old pal! Hermes: Old pal? 8.5 seconds ago you said you hated me. Bender: Time heals all wounds. Mom: [watching killbots fire wildly at Bender and Hermes] That's what you get for calling tech-support!
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| - Bender: So, if my body gets killed, big whoop! I just download into another body. I'm immortal, baby! Amy: What? Then how come you always scream so much when you're in danger? Bender: I never said I wasn't a drama queen. Bender: Dying sucks butt. How do you living beings cope with mortality? Leela: Violent outbursts. Amy: General slutty-ness. Fry: Thanks to denial, I'm immortal. Bender: Hermes, old pal! Hermes: Old pal? 8.5 seconds ago you said you hated me. Bender: Time heals all wounds. Mom: [watching killbots fire wildly at Bender and Hermes] That's what you get for calling tech-support!
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| - Bender: So, if my body gets killed, big whoop! I just download into another body. I'm immortal, baby! Amy: What? Then how come you always scream so much when you're in danger? Bender: I never said I wasn't a drama queen. Bender: Dying sucks butt. How do you living beings cope with mortality? Leela: Violent outbursts. Amy: General slutty-ness. Fry: Thanks to denial, I'm immortal. Bender: Hermes, old pal! Hermes: Old pal? 8.5 seconds ago you said you hated me. Bender: Time heals all wounds. Bender: But [inspector] five's the one we want. Maybe if I kick the asses of inspector two plus inspector three… Hermes: Addition never solved anything, mon! Bureaucrascan: Identity confirmed. Also, you have a rectangular mass in your colon. Hermes: That's a calculator! I ate it to gain its power. Bender: Ow man! How am I gonna find some anonymous guy I don't know anything about!? Bureaucrat: I recommend the men's room at the TWA terminal. [laughs] Mom: [watching killbots fire wildly at Bender and Hermes] That's what you get for calling tech-support! Farnsworth: I have pain in joints I had removed a century ago! Bender! bring me my soft chair with the wheels. Bender: Your wheelchair? Farnsworth: I don't need a wheelchair! The one with the wheels. Killbots: SOMEONE SAID HOWITZER!
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