Be careful Fry, that flag is poisonous.

</i> Zoidberg

Zoidberg: (while underwater) My house, it burned down! How could this have happened?!
Hermes: That's a very good question.
Bender: So there's where I left my cigar.
Hermes: That just raises further questions!

Wait! I'll save us! By cutting the unbreakable diamond filament!

Leela: But, Fry, what about us? What about your life on the surface? You don't belong down here.
Zoidberg: She's right, I mean, sure, they got the Braves but it's a third-rate symphony.

I've got his scent! Over here where the water gets warmer.

Zoidberg: What is it, Fry?
Fry: (blubbering) Mermaid.
Bender: You want some lemonade? You saw a big parade?
Zoidberg: Your student loans have been repaid? Then how 'bout lending your old pal Zoidberg a few bucks, Mr. Millionaire!

Zoidberg: Well, I guess this is goodbye for me as well.
Leela: Whatever.
Amy: Later.
Farnsworth: Bye.

Zoidberg: You know, Fry, I've got a little place just outside town. You could come visit, maybe?
Fry: Sorry, Zoidberg. I'm trying to join the country club.

Zoidberg: You? The successor? Over my empty shell! The Professor will pick me. Only I have his lobster-like tenacity.
Hermes: Up yours, Zoidberg. Up wherever your species traditionally crams things. The only sensible way to choose a successor is with a limbo contest.
Leela: What?
Hermes: Kingston rules. Two men go down, one come up.

Farnsworth: So many loves half-loved, so many inventions half-invented. That damn time machine alone set me back 15 years.
Zoidberg: If only it'd worked, you could go back and not waste your time on it.

Now I'm not saying Professor Farnsworth is old, but if you consider his age he's likely to die soon.

Farnsworth: There's no one to carry on after I'm gone. No one to take care of my work and my research and my fabulous fortune. By God, that's it! I've got to name a successor.
Fry: A successor?
Zoidberg: A successor to the Professor?
Farnsworth: There's no time to lose. I'm off to my lab to build a successor-naming machine!

Futurama Quotes

Dear Captain's Diary; I may not have found love on this mission but I did find a cute little companion who excretes starship fuel. And that's just as good.

Leela

Amy: Is it possible to get everyone back to normal using four or more bodies?
Professor: I'm not sure. I'm afraid we need to use... math!