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Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.

Soon enough. Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry? When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems

Professor, make a woman out of me. Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages!

Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat. When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Belligerent and numerous. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… Hello Morbo, how’s the family? What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Shut up and take my money!

Can we have Bender Burgers again? Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! You know, I was God once. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. Your best is an idiot!

Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… Hello Morbo, how’s the family? What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Shut up and take my money!