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?
Nichols: Eternity with nerds. It's the Pasadena Star Trek convention all over again. Gygax: Anyone wanna play Dungeons & Dragons for the next quadrillion years? Fry: Sure. Hawking: I guess. IBM Deep Blue: Pawn to rook 8. Al Gore: Sure! I'm a level 10 vice-president.