Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Pansy. Your best is an idiot! I wish! It’s a nickel. Look, last night was a mistake.
Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera.
I saw you with those two “ladies of the evening” at Elzars. Explain that. Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right. Bender, we’re trying our best.
I had more, but you go ahead. Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera.