Futurama Season 2 Episode 7: "A Head in the Polls" Quotes
Bender: Oh! How could I let this happen? I can't go through the rest of my life like this.
Farnsworth: Don't you have a self-destruct button?
Bender: Yeah, but it's on my body.
Bender: You sold my body? To who?
Pawnbroker: I can't reveal that information, but you look like a nice robot. Tell you what, I'll give you 50 bucks for the kid.
Fry: Hey, my clothes are worth 50 bucks!
Pawnbroker: Deal.
Fry: Bender, what is it?
Bender: Whoa, what an awful dream. Ones and zeros everywhere. And I thought I saw a two.
Fry: It was just a dream, Bender. There's no such thing as two.
Nixon: I remember my body; flabby, pastey-skinned, riddled with phlebitis. A good Republican body! God, I loved it.
Fry: I hear that. I spent most of my teen years loving my body. Course, it was tough love...
Carter: Maybe Mr. Bender can get a spot in the closet of presidential losers.
Dole: Bob Dole needs company. LaRouche won't stop with the "knock knock" jokes.
Bender: Pass.
Bender: You know, I like it here. What's the rent on one of these jars?
George H.W. Bush: Sorry, Bender, but we just can't allow every Tom, Dick, and Harry to move in. No offence, Jefferson, Nixon and Truman.
Bender: So then the hookerbot says, "That's not my expansion slot" and my friend says, "That's not my gold-plated 25-pin connector!"
Washington: Oh, Bender. Thou robots really cracketh me up.
Ford: Frankly, I've never felt voting to be all that essential to the process.
Nixon: No kidding, Ford.
Fry: Well, you're looking great.
Schiffer: Thanks. I wouldn't mind losing a few pounds though.
Fry: Couldn't hurt.
Bender: I've had it up to here with this place. I'm off to the Head Museum to hang out with classy heads like me who appreciate the finer things: poetry, philosophy, hats. So long, coffin stuffers!... Uh, could one of you coffin stuffers please carry me?
Fry: Hey, Bender, can I take a ride in your car?
Bender: Maybe if you clean up first. It looks like your neck stepped in something. Oh, I'm sorry, that's just your body!
Fry: Hey! You look me in the shins and say that.
Morbo congratulates our gargantuan cyborg president. May death come quickly to his enemies.
Morbo
