Mom: Yeah, you better topple.
Professor Farnsworth: You always were a hot-blooded Latina.
Narrator: Like all reptiles, the Galapagos tortoise is cold-blooded.

Welcome to MomCorp. Did you find everything you were burgling for?

Mom: So what have you been up to all these years?
Farnsworth: Oh, inventing, sending delivery crews to their doom, breeding atomic monsters.

Mom: Oh, daffodils. 70 years and you remembered my favourite flower.
Farnsworth: Your favourite what? Why does my foot hurt?

Mom: Darling Hubie, I should never have tried to tamper with that cute little Q.T. McWhiskers.
Farnsworth: No, it was silly of me to object; one-foot tall, eight-feet, 15-feet, what does it matter?
Mom: You should see the new 16-foot models.
Farnsworth: 16 feet? Go to hell!

Mom: Your eyes always were the most beautiful shade of milky-white.
Farnsworth: And your skin still dangles so gracefully from your neck.

Amy: Way to go, Professor. The plan worked.
Mom: Plan? What plan? I thought this was a spontaneous whirlwind of hot, dry sex.
Farnsworth: Look, it started out as a calculated plot to rummage through your underwire. But once I got in there, I found more - much more. And now I want to shout our love from the rooftops. Perhaps I'll breed some sort of albino shouting gorilla.

Mom: Get out of my house, you lying scum pile. I never want to see you again.
Farnsworth: But, dust cakes...

Bender: Alright, greeting card, I'll grab the cash, you wreck up the place. And- Huh?
Mom: You, bending unit, Mommy needs that bra to end the robot rebellion. Stretch up and get it for me.
Bender: Sorry, Ma, but you ordered me to rebel. And loot I shall!

Everyone, help mom find her bra.

Farnsworth: I was a fool to think you'd changed, you old bat!
Mom: Filthy, toothless nerd bastard!
Farnsworth: Damned she-fossil!
Mom: Stink pig!

Mom: It's been a long time... you pus-dripping sack of double-smoked butt jerky!
Farnsworth: Uh-huh. May I come in?

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Futurama Quotes

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?

Fry: Leela, wanna join the mile-deep club?
Leela: Sure, why not?

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