Philip J. Fry Quotes
Narrator: No one knows where, when or how Man first landed on the moon.
Fry: I do.
Narrator: But our fun-gineers think it might have happened something like this:
Whalerbots: We're whalers on the moon
Gophers: We carry a harpoon
Whalerbots and Gophers: But there ain't no whales so we tell a tall tale...
Leela: And sing a whaling tune. We're whalers on the moon-
Fry: That's not how it happened.
Leela: Oh, really? I don't see you with a fun-gineering degree!
Leela: OK, you're on the surface. Now I'll give you 10 minutes. Then you'll get bored, turn around and apologise for being such a jerk. Agreed?
Fry: Agreed.
Fry: We're gonna die! It's every man for himself!
(Fry jumps off the cart and starts to sink)
Fry: Help me, Leela!
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.
Farmer: Drops down to -173.
Fry: Fahrenheit or Celsius?
Farmer: First one, then th' other. And them spacesuits ain't a-heated so you ain't goin' nowhere 'till sunrise. You can sleep in the barn. Just don't be a-touchin' my three beautiful robot daughters. Y'hear?
Fry: Robot daughters?
Fry: Oh, Bender. You didn't touch the Crushinator, did you?
Bender: Of course not. A lady that fine you gotta romance first.
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.
(after he freezes Leela)
Fry: See ya' in a thousand years.
(Is about to leave, then comes back and switches it from 1000 years, to five minutes)
Fry: You owe me.
Prof. Farnsworth: Let me show you around. That's my lab table and this is my work-stool. And over there is my intergalactic spaceship! And here's where I keep assorted lengths of wire.
Fry: Whoa! A real live spaceship!
Prof. Farnsworth: I designed it myself. Let me show you some of the different lengths of wire I used.
Prof. Farnsworth: Who are you?
Fry: I'm your dear old Uncle Fry.
Prof. Farnsworth: I don't have an Uncle Fry.
Bender: You do now!
Fry: It's my old neighbourhood. Man, this brings back a lot of memories.
Bender: Keep 'em to yourself, pops.
