Farmer: Trespassers, eh?
Fry: No, sir. We're amusement park patrons.
Farmer: Ooh, that's a wicked sinful place. Tilt-a-whirl's OK, but the rest is mighty wicked.
Leela: Our car broke down and we're out of oxygen. Can we borrow some?
Farmer: Huh, borry? Looky here, city girl, oxygen don't grow on trees.

Leela: Hurry, before we freeze.
Bender: What do you mean "we", mammal?

Well if the oxygen holds out we might live long enough to starve to death.

Fry: I never told anybody this, but a thousand years ago I used to look up at the moon and dream about being an astronaut. I just didn't have the grades, nor the physical endurance. Plus I threw up a lot and nobody liked spending a week with me.
Leela: A week would be a little much.

Leela: So, Fry. Was the moon everything you imagined it would be?
Fry: Eh. Close enough.

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.

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!

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!

Smitty: Keep your big nose out of this, eyeball!
Leela: No one makes fun of my nose.

Well, at least here you'll be treated with dignity. Now strip naked and get on the probulator.

Fry: Wait a minute, is that blimp accurate?
Leela: Yep. It's December 31st 2999.
Fry: My God! A million years!

Leela: Can't we get away in the ship?
Prof. Farnsworth: I suppose it is technically possible. Though I am already in my pyjamas.

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!