Farnsworth: (on the phone) Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? To shreds, you say. Very well then. (hangs up) Sad, sad, terrible, gruesome news about my colleague, Dr. Mobutu. Leela: Was his apartment rent-controlled?
Woman: We favour unreasonably huge subsidies to the Brain Slug Planet. Fry: OK, but what are the Brain Slugs who control you gonna do for the working man? Woman: Attach Brain Slugs to them. Fry: Sure, you say that now!