We don't have a brig. And until then, I can never die? We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you?
Fry! Stay back! He's too powerful! No. We're on the top. Fry, you can't just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.
Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried? We're also Santa Claus! You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? Well, let's just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.
Who are you, my warranty?! Shinier than yours, meatbag. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn't make sense. But, okay! Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock.