Mom: Yeah, you better topple.
Professor Farnsworth: You always were a hot-blooded Latina.
Narrator: Like all reptiles, the Galapagos tortoise is cold-blooded.
Welcome to MomCorp. Did you find everything you were burgling for?
Mom: So what have you been up to all these years?
Farnsworth: Oh, inventing, sending delivery crews to their doom, breeding atomic monsters.
Mom: Oh, daffodils. 70 years and you remembered my favourite flower.
Farnsworth: Your favourite what? Why does my foot hurt?
Mom: Darling Hubie, I should never have tried to tamper with that cute little Q.T. McWhiskers.
Farnsworth: No, it was silly of me to object; one-foot tall, eight-feet, 15-feet, what does it matter?
Mom: You should see the new 16-foot models.
Farnsworth: 16 feet? Go to hell!
Mom: Your eyes always were the most beautiful shade of milky-white.
Farnsworth: And your skin still dangles so gracefully from your neck.
Amy: Way to go, Professor. The plan worked.
Mom: Plan? What plan? I thought this was a spontaneous whirlwind of hot, dry sex.
Farnsworth: Look, it started out as a calculated plot to rummage through your underwire. But once I got in there, I found more - much more. And now I want to shout our love from the rooftops. Perhaps I'll breed some sort of albino shouting gorilla.
Mom: Get out of my house, you lying scum pile. I never want to see you again.
Farnsworth: But, dust cakes...
Bender: Alright, greeting card, I'll grab the cash, you wreck up the place. And- Huh?
Mom: You, bending unit, Mommy needs that bra to end the robot rebellion. Stretch up and get it for me.
Bender: Sorry, Ma, but you ordered me to rebel. And loot I shall!
Everyone, help mom find her bra.
Farnsworth: I was a fool to think you'd changed, you old bat!
Mom: Filthy, toothless nerd bastard!
Farnsworth: Damned she-fossil!
Mom: Stink pig!
Mom: It's been a long time... you pus-dripping sack of double-smoked butt jerky!
Farnsworth: Uh-huh. May I come in?