New New Thedas

Zapp: Did Jesus fill out an application when the universe needed a hero who could defeat evil with nothing more than some fish, a pair of sandals, and a manger filled with radioactive barnyard animals? Fry: Uh...I don't think that's what happened-- Zapp: That's right, Fry. He didn't!

Leela: This is it. The moment we should have trained for.

Zapp Brannigan: The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep. Fry: You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Zapp Brannigan: You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.

Marge: (Thinking) Don't mention her eye, don't mention her eye. Leela: (Thinking) Don't mention her hair, don't mention her hair. Marge: Eye...am so pleased to meet you. Leela: Nice to be hair.

Cargill: I want 10,000 tough guys, and I want 10,000 soft guys to make the tough guys look tougher! And here's how I want them arranged: tough, soft, tough, tough, soft, tough, soft, soft, tough, tough, soft, soft, tough, soft, tough, soft! Soldier: Sir, I'm afraid you've gone mad with power. Cargill: Of course I have. Have you ever tried going mad without power? It's boring, no one listens to you.

Zoidberg: It's called a pentimento. Farnsworth: That's true, Dr. Zoidberg. How did you know that? Zoidberg: My doctorate is in Art History.

Fry: Mmm, good barium shots. Expensive, though. Leela: We can put it on the corporate card, as long as we discuss business. Bender: So, uh, yesterday, huh? That business happened, right? Somebody? Fry: *groans* I'll just pay for it.

Billy West: I'm just a simple farmer. Name's Billy West! Fry: [Laughs.] Billy West. What a stupid, phony, made-up name!

Hermes: Good news, everyone! That's what the Professor would say if we weren't in jail facing a life sentence.

Mr. Wong: Hooray! You bring back cattle. Kif: Yes … but … I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news as well. Mrs. Wong: Let Amy tell us. That way it soften the blow.

Bender: That's right, baby. I ain't your lover boy, Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anybody pretending to be him. Angle-ine: Well maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you're pretending to be. Bender: Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that!

Leela: I'm having a poker game tonight with some friends from my old cryogenics job. You guys interested? Bender: I don't know. I only gamble with chumps. Fry: I'll play. Bender: I'm in!

Zapp Brannigan: Throw her in the brig. Fry: We don't have a brig. Zapp Brannigan: Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig".

Officer: You think you can just waltz in here with no pants and become a cop? Fry: That’s the plan. Officer: I like you, kid. I got no pants on either. Fry: I can see that. You’re quite a bit taller than me.

Narrator: Far beneath the everyday rumble of limousines and poodle feet, there toil a downtrodden people even less well off than the upper middle class.