Amy: Good morning, Bender.
Bender: None of your business! Get off my back!

Leela: Something's wrong. We're two metric tons overweight.
Amy: Well, it's not me!

Amy: Well, with Zapp gone and my parents still here, I suggest Fry give me a nice, convincing kiss.
Fry: Ah, now there's something we can all enjoy.

Leela: What are we gonna do? Fry can't pretend to be both our boyfriends.
Fry: Sure I can. I learned how to handle delicate social situations from a little show called Three's Company.
Zapp: I'd like to impose a toast on the happy couple. Down the hatch!
Mrs. Wong: Hear, hear! Now let's have a kiss!
Zapp: Yes, Fry. Plant one on your woman.
Fry: Um, let me think. Come and knock on our door, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh. Uh, Mr. Roper-
Mr. Wong: What's the hold up? Kiss my daughter already!
Farnsworth: Wait, I'm confused. Now tell me, Fry, which one of these ladies are you involved with?
Fry: Uh... (He hums the theme to Three's Company again)

Amy: Uh, he seems really nice but, well, I already have a boyfriend.
Mrs. Wong: Really? Where is he?
Mr. Wong: And why isn't he here right now fathering our grandchild?

Mrs. Wong: We met the nicest boy in the cabin next to ours.
Mr. Wong: He's not very ugly.
Mrs. Wong: You should marry him! Or at least use him to conceive a grandchild for us.

Amy: Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?
Mr. Wong: We were planning on enjoying a relaxing vacation. But since you're here, we'll have to do some meddling.

Amy: Yo, classmate. What you takin'?
Fry: Oh, I don't know. Hey, Professor, what are you teaching this semester?
Farnsworth: Same thing I teach every semester: The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields. I made up the title so that no student would dare take it.
Fry: The mathematics of wonton burrito meals. I'll be there!
Farnsworth: Please, Fry, I don't know how to teach; I'm a professor!
Fry: See you in class!

Fry: OK, Leela, you'll be starring as Jenny-
Leela: Uh-uh, forget it. A, I'm camera shy; and B, I get tongue tied in front of an audience armed with death rays.
Amy: Plus, you don't really have the thighs for a miniskirt.
Leela: Gimme the script.

Amy: Check this out: Back in 1999 the season finale of Single Female Lawyer was interrupted by technical problems. Apparently some zidiot spilled Coke on the transmitter.
Fry: Beer... I would think.

Amy: There aren't any copies left...
Farnsworth: No, there wouldn't be...most video-tapes from that era were damaged in 2443, during the second coming of Jesus.

Bender: Come on, it's just like making love. Y'know; left, down, rotate 62 degrees, engage rotor.
Amy: I know how to make love!

Futurama Quotes

Dear Captain's Diary; I may not have found love on this mission but I did find a cute little companion who excretes starship fuel. And that's just as good.

Leela

Amy: Is it possible to get everyone back to normal using four or more bodies?
Professor: I'm not sure. I'm afraid we need to use... math!