Futurama Season 2 Episode 15: "A Clone of My Own" Quotes
Cubert: We'll never find this place. Robots are very good at keeping secrets.
Bender: No, we're not, you little bed-wetter. Oops! I'm sorry.
Leela: If the Smellescope can pick up the Professor's odour, we may have a chance to save him.
Cubert: I think not. As you probably already don't know, odours are made up of particles that can't travel through the vacuum of space.
Leela: I'm zeroing in on him. [She sniffs.] BENGAY... mothballs... [She sniffs again.]... letters to the editor. It's the Professor!
Bender: To the flying machine!
Leela: Quiet. I think I know how to find the Professor.
Bender: Lay it on us, big boots.
Fry: We've gotta get him back.
Cubert: Impossible! No one knows where they take those old geezers.
Fry: Nothing is impossible. You'd know that if you really took after the Professor, like I do.
Cubert: You're his uncle, dummy. He takes after you.
Fry: Uh... what?
Farnsworth: [on holo-recorder] I know you're all very upset, especially Bender.
Bender: Well, life goes on. Except for you!
Farnsworth: [on holo-recorder] I'm sure that Bender has just made a cutting remark, but he doesn't know I taped over his soap operas to record this message.
Bender: You bastard!
Bad news, everyone. By the time you watch this tape, I'll be gone, leaving behind me nothing but a history of failure and my original hip-bones. You see, I've been lying about my age; I'm not actually 150, I'm 160. Oh, vanity, thy name is Professor Farnsworth. And now that I have nothing to live for, I've alerted the Sunset Squad robots to take me away... Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp... Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin... and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords, cruel though they may be...
Farnsworth
Elzar: You folks still doing alright?
Bender: Oh, yes, Elzar.
Elzar: Good, 'cause it turns out I forgot to cook that chicken.
I don't wanna be an inventor. I wanna be something useful like a teacher's aide or a prison guard or a science-fiction cartoon writer.
Cubert
Farnsworth: Oh, it's a gem of an evening. I feel so wonderful having someone to take over my life's work. And it's all thanks to Cubert.
Cubert: Look, Professor, I may be identical to you in every possible way but that doesn't mean I'm anything like you.
Elzar: How we doing here?
Bender: Oh, Elzar, everything's so good!
Elzar: What are you, an ass-kissing machine?
Bender: Yes, sir! Good one, sir!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! It's Elzar, the TV chef! Oh, kill me now, people!
Bender
Guardbots: Seize them!/Seize them!/Seize them!/Seize them!/Seize them!
Guardbot: Get them! I mean, seize them!
