I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway! I don’t want to be rescued. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
Three Hundred Big Boys
Actually, that’s still true. We don’t have a brig. Who are you, my warranty?! And when we woke up, we had these bodies. You lived before you met me?! They’re like sex, except I’m having them!
- 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. Roll film!
- Oh right. I forgot about the battle.