Futurama Quotes
Bender: Hey, why don't you just sweat him out?
Bont: Forget it! As Emperor I refuse to be dripped out through somebody's armpit.
Fry: I could vomit or urinate. Would you feel better about that?
Bont: Slightly. But my favourite so far is the bone-crushing.
Amy: What about crying?
Fry: That's a great idea! Crying.
Bont: Fine. That or the bone one.
Fry: It's no use. I wanna cry but I'm just too macho.
Bender: I'll make you cry, buddy! You're a pimple on society's ass and you'll never amount to anything.
Fry: What do you mean? I was Emperor of a whole planet.
Bender: Good point. But here's a disturbing reminder; everyone you knew or loved in the 20th century is dead.
Fry: These things happen.
Bender: Okay, Fry, grab a Kleenex for this one, 'cause there's no God and your idiotic human ideals are laughable!
Fry: Phew! That's a load off my mind.
Bender: Man, I guess it's harder than I thought to make someone cry.
Amy: You did your best, Bender.
Bender: Up yours, bimbo!
(Amy runs away crying)
Bender: Now, I don't like you and you don't like me.
Leela: I like you.
Bender: You do? Look, are you going to help or not?
Leela: I don't know why I should. I mean after what he-
Bender: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What is it you like best about me?
Fry: What the hell is that?
Bont: It's the Juice-A-Matic 4000. It'll strain my juices from you while filtering out the pulp. By which I mean, your shredded remains.
Zoidberg: Of course! Why didn't I think of that!
Amy: Is she coming?
Bender: I'm not sure. But I do know that she likes my in-your-face attitude.
Bender: They're strapping her to the juicer. Oh, they're putting some ice cubes in the glass under it.
Fry: This can't be happening.
Bender: It can, and, for all you know, it is.
This is the saddest day of my life. And I still can't cry.
Fry
Bender: Hey, buddy. I'm looking for fresh slug.
Neptunian Salesman: Yellow or purple?
Bender: Whatever.
Neptunian Salesman: The purple one causes terrible nightmare-ish diarrhoea.
Bender: Yeah, yeah. Either one's fine.
Fry: Now that you mention it, I do have trouble breathing underwater sometimes. I'll take the gills.
Organ Dealer: Yes, gills. Then, uh, you don't need lungs anymore, is right?
Fry: Can't imagine why I would.
Organ Dealer: Lie down on table. I take lungs now, gills come next week.
Fry: That's the saltiest thing I've ever tasted. And I once ate a big, heaping bowl of salt!
Bender: Oh, come on! That food was fine! The salt content was 10% less than a lethal dose!
Zoidberg: Uh oh. I shouldn't have had seconds.
OK, Fry, here's the package to deliver. And for once in your life be careful. This is my first visit to the Galaxy of Terror and I'd like it to be a pleasant one.
Leela
