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Sing along fellas!

I never loved you. I feel like I was mau­led by Jesus. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? I’ve been the­re. My folks were always on me to groom mys­elf and wear under­pants. What am I, the pope? Lee­la, Ben­der, we’­re going gra­ve rob­bing. OK, if everyone’s finis­hed being stu­pid.
The­se old Dooms­day Devices are dan­ge­rous­ly unsta­ble. I’ll rest easier not knowing whe­re they are. And until then, I can never die? We’­re res­cuing ya. Ugh, it’s fil­thy! Why not crea­te a Natio­nal Endow­ment for Strip Clubs while we’­re at it? Michel­le, I don’t reg­ret this, but I both rue and lament it.

Dad­dy Ben­der, we’­re hungry. Mor­bo will now intro­du­ce tonight’s can­di­da­tes… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. No! I want to live! The­re are still too many things I don’t own! What are you hacking off? Is it my tor­so?! ‘It is!’ My pre­cious tor­so! File not found.

You know, I was God once. Hi, I’m a naugh­ty nur­se, and I real­ly need someo­ne to talk to. $9.95 a minu­te. You, a bobs­le­der!? That I’d like to see! Hel­lo, litt­le man. I will des­troy you!

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