Mild Manny

Fry: Whoa! Check out that guy. He makes Speedy Gonzales look like Regular Gonzales!

Kif: That new recruit is phenomenal, sir.

Zapp: Yes. He edged out my old mark by two seconds … and 16 minutes … and 12 hours. I do plan to finish someday, Kif. Good hustle, soldier.

Leela: (disguised, deeper voice) Uh, sorry, sir. I was still in attack mode. You know how testosterone is.

Zapp: As a bubbling Crock-Pot of male hormones, I sure do. What’s your name, private?

Leela: (disguised, deeper voice) LeeLa … man. La Man … Lemon! Lee Lemon, sir.

Zapp: Lemon, you’re a man’s man. You’re a man’s man’s man. More importantly, your hand, while firm and masculine, is soft as a velvet child. What lotion do you use?

Leela: (disguised, deeper voice) Pert and Popular, sir.

Zapp: Roger that. Kif, get me ten cases of Pert and Popular.

Kif: What shall I do with your Jergens, sir?

Zapp: Squirt it on some homeless man with dry elbows.Private Lee Lemon may well be the finest recruit I’ve seen in all my years of service. That young man fills me with hope and some other emotions that are weird and deeply confusing to me.