Mom Quotes
And now to create an unstoppable army of between one million and two million zombies!
As you boys know, one of the cornerstones of my empire is Mom's Old Fashioned Robot Oil. Think of it; 10 billion robots, each one needing an oil change every 3000 miles. You don't have to do the math to know that's a buttload of oil.
And remember; Mom's oil is made with 10% more love than the next leading brand!
Mom: I can see the nice young man really wants those little fish. Never the less... I'll bid 23 million.
Fry: One jillion dollars.
(The bidders gasp in shock)
Auctioneer: Sir, that's not a number.
(The bidders gasp in shock)
Fry: Oh. In that case... 50 million.
Holy crap that bastard's itchy!
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Mom: What? Listen, you little bastard. I control the robot oil business and I won't let you ruin me. How much do you want?
Fry: You might as well put that checkbook away, because I've discovered something even more important; my friends. And they aren't worth even a penny to me.
Now I'm off to some charity B.S. for knocked-up teenage sluts.
Mom: Holy hell! You're going to eat them? Oh, well. Just make sure you eat them all, you're a growing boy. Toodle-oo! Dumb ass!
Fry: What a nice lady!
Mom: If anyone ever got a hold of anchovy DNA, they could chop out the oil-making gene, stick it in a bunch of Third-World kids and bam! Cheap effective robot oil. Enough to put dear, old Mom out of business.
Walt: My God! This Mr. Fry must be a mastermind of the highest order.
