Favorite Leela Quotes
Leela: This all must have something to do with the secret ingredient.
Fry: My God. What if the secret ingredient ... is people?
Leela: No. There's already a soda like that: Soylent Cola.
Fry: Oh. How is it?
Leela: It varies from person to person.
Leela: Bender, why did you jump in?
Bender: Everybody was doing it. I just wanted to be popular.
Leela: No offense, Fry, but you've become a fat sack of crap.
Fry: Sack?!
Leela: (getting the bomb ready) Get ready to run. We've got 25 minutes... Uh, 15 minutes... 10 minutes... 5 minutes... "6-H" minutes?
(Bender picks up the bomb and turns it upside-down.)
Bender: Here's your problem: the professor put the counter on upside-down!
Leela: That idiot! It wasn't set to go off for 25 minutes; it was programmed to go off for 52 seconds!
Fry: (screams) WE'RE GONNA DIE!!! Right?
Bender: Right.
(Fry screams again.)
Leela: Didn't you have ad's in the 20th century?
Fry: Well sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio. And in magazines. And movies. And at ball games and on buses and milk cartons and t-shirts and written on the sky. But not in dreams. No siree!
Leela: You're Fry's relative. Do you have any idea how he got so crazy?
Prof. Farnsworth: Uh, what? Oh, yeah, they say madness runs in our family. Some even call me mad. And why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic supermen with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood...
Telephone voice: Collect call from-
Bender: I'm not giving my name to a machine!
Leela: I'll accept.
Morgan: Regarding last week's delivery, why did it take twice as long as usual?
Leela: Fry got his head stuck in a crater.
Fry: I thought it would fit.
Morgan: And during this head/crater interaction, what were you doing?
Bender: Martini drinking contest with the autopilot. I would have beat him this time, but we ran out of olives.
Leela: Look, I can explain.
Morgan: You really think you can explain why you left port without a full compliment of olives? I think not.
Leela: What is this, high school?
Leela: We'll have to walk like robots, talk like robots and, if necessary, solve complex differential equations like robots.
Fry: I can sorta dance like a robot. Will that help?
Fry: Man, we look stupid. We should've gotten store-bought costumes.
Leela: Yeah, but there wasn't a Woolworth's in this quadrant.
Leela: Look, he's just a nobody who doesn't want to be a delivery boy. I'd really rather not force it on him.
Ipgee: Well that's your job, whether you like it or not and it's my job to make you do your job whether I like it or not - which I do - very much!
Leela: I know Fry's rich, but do we really have to wear these top hats?
Bender: Maybe you don't understand just how rich he is. In fact, I think I'd better put on a monocle.
