"You and I will be reborn" "In a future place and time" "If everything our Hindu brethren say is true" "In an age of things that hover" "You and I will still be lovers" "And we'll say to ourselves" "That was then and this is, too" "Doo-doo-be-doo, doo-doo" "'Cause we'll still find the happening hot spots" "We'll still cruise the cool casinos" "You'll still fly me to the moon" "Although the moon to which you fly me" "Could be Phobos or Deimos" "The psychic worms from Rigel nine" "Who control everything we do" "Will make us think that was then" "And 3010 is exactly the same as 1962" "Don't expect any changes, my friend" "That was then and this is, too" "Wow, Mars Vegas." "Long live the eternal city." "Two, one, zero!" "Rest in hell, Crapville!" "Out here in the desert, we're gonna build bigger, better Vegas." "Bathtubs size of oceans, hookers size of bouncers." "Hamburger!" "Stand clear of the closing jaws." "Yo, you need any girders bent, I know a guy." "So what's gonna be over there, Dad?" "That?" "That the oasis." "Future site of Oasis Hotel." "Take that, you stupid Mother Nature." "Okay." "Let's hit him hard." "This land is your land This land is my land" "Who are you noisy women?" "I'm Frida Waterfall, leader of the Greenorita Eco-Feminist Collective, and we will not let you man-doze this beautiful gyno-desert." "Well, I'm Leo Wong, and I say,"Boom."" "Hey, what happened to my femi-necklace?" "And where's my mega-fem?" "Is he badly hurt, Dr. Zoidberg?" "I don't quite know how to say this." "Fry is dead!" "Wait, not dead." "The other thing." "Damn eco-broads!" "You can't even spray for eagles without upsetting these kooks." "Now, hang on." "Before you do construction, don't you have to make sure you're not harming any native species?" "You mean, cursory environmental survey?" "Already done!" "By top scientist." "Oh, my, yes." "You've got the go-ahead, Mr. Wong." "This place is deader than last year's cat." "No, it's not!" "There's precious life right here in this scum puddle." "Ah!" "Cyprinodon martius." "The desert muck leech." "Amazingly, the entire species lives in this one tiny stinkhole." "Killing these will be so much easier than exterminating those ponies." "Wait a second." "Leeches may not be cuddly like pandas or tribbles, but these poor endangered creatures deserve..." "Get off me!" "I'll get it with my trusty foot cups:" "Stompy and Smashy." "No, don't kill it!" "We have to..." "There." "They're not endangered anymore." "They're extinct." "No, they're not." "I saved this one." "And I'm gonna raise it and care for it, so the world will forever know what it's lost." "You freaking slime wad!" "No." "I killed it." "It was the last of its kind." "Mother." "Let go of me, you..." "Poor thing." "Tell you what, Fry." "You all promise not to sue me," "I give you token for free entry in poker tournament." "He took it, you all saw it!" "Maybe we did, maybe we didn't." "What's in it for me, Bender?" "Okay, okay." "Come back when New Vegas opens," "I give you all free rooms, free dinner and free tickets to Celine Dion." "Lose the Celine Dion tickets and you got yourself a deal." "All right, damn it, done!" "All right, I scored." "Look out, Vegas, I've got a system." "Oh." "I'm bankrupt." "You said it, Hermes." "He is pathetic, but lovable." "Yup." "What?" "I said no such thing, man." "I am not acting weird, Leela." "Why is everyone talking at once?" "Fry, calm down and stop braining." "Yeah, Fry, maybe you need..." "You're right, Amy!" "Maybe I do need some fresh air." "Man, I'm worried about him." "But not enough to stop gambling for even a single second." "You win, damn it!" "It's all in the wrist." "Voices always yelling." "Who said that?" "I'm not insane." "Stop it." "Stop talking in me!" "Voices bothering you, man?" "I've been there." "You need one of these doodangs." "A foil hat?" "Of course, he likes pastrami." "What about the dog's testicles?" "Hey, it worked." "The voices stopped." "They've got a huge selection of carburetors..." "Hang on." "Hang on." "That's better." "My name's Hutch." "Hi, Hutch." "So what's with the obnoxious, shrieking voices?" "Are my fillings picking up The View?" "No, man." "Truth is, it's other people's thoughts." "You're a mind reader." "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God!" "Although, actually, it was sort of obvious." "You don't believe me?" "Take off the helmet." "I believe you." "Seriously, do it." "Testing, testing." "Do you read me?" "Loud and clear." "What?" "I said,"Loud and clear."" "Only I said it with my thinker, not my talker." "Whoa!" "Freaky." "Why can't I read your thoughts?" "I don't know." "Wait." "What's that about a secret society?" "Never mind that." "Just keep the foil on and you'll be okay." "Also, it'll keep the Dark Ones from incinerating your brain." "That's a plus." "And don't ever, ever, ever tell anyone you can read minds, or the Dark Ones will get you like that." "Hang on, pizza grease." "Like that." "Jeez, get a load of the batteries on her." "I'd like to get my clamps on those." "Give her a jump, you know what I mean?" "Whoa, whoa." "Show some decorum there, Clamps." "This ain't no strip show." "This is a beguiling display of the pornographic arts." "Yo, Skip, I can see a guy's butt." "Oh, Michael, this is the perfect end to a perfect honeymoon." "I love you so much." "Is this seat taken?" "Actually, we..." "Slide me those chicken wings." "So what part of Podunk you rubes from?" "The north-eastern." "Monsieurs et mademoiselles, our circus of the senses now arrives by steamboat in New Orleans, circa 2873." "The muted lament of a trombone resonates through the fog, which lingers even now, months after the attack of the fog monster." "With but one hope of restoring Gearoticus to his throne, our sensual fate rests in the gyrations of" "Fanny." "Oh." "Yes?" "I'm Bender." "Let's do it." "Who is it, the Feds?" "Aren't you the Donbot, head of the Robot Mafia?" "Allegedly." "And this is my beloved wife, Fanny, whose honor I would proudly defend with a power drill." "Well, I gotta go drown a stoolie." "I'm gonna be in here a while, so do me a favor and drive my wife home." "It's one of them self-driving cars, so just sit in the back and do whatever." "Oh, Bender, your lips are intoxicating." "It's like kissing an ashtray full of hot wings." "My God, I really can read minds." "I have a superpower!" "There must be something great I can do with this." "Hello, ladies, I can read your thoughts." "Oh, wait, that's invisibility." "Poker." "With my mind-reading abilities and my invisibility..." "Wait, no, just the mind reading." "I can't lose!" "Sign me up for the tournament, please." "Okey-doke, Jiffy Pop." "Entry fee's 50,000 smackers." "50,000?" "Drat, all I have is my life savings and a token for free admission to this poker tournament." "Close enough." "You're having an affair with the head of the robot mafia's wife?" "Yup, this is her I'm making out with." "Bender, are you crazy?" "No, it's Fry who's crazy in this one." "I'm not crazy." "You sure you're okay, Fry?" "I mean, you do have tin foil on your head." "So?" "You got a leech on your neck." "And speaking of sucking on your neck, want to go to a movie later?" "Hey, there!" "How are you folks doing tonight?" "Great." "What are the specials?" "Well, let's see now." "We've got a wonderful grizzly bear that's been dipped in cornmeal and lightly tormented." "Questions?" "What was the bear's name?" "Jojo." "Ooh, I'll have him." "Hide me!" "Hey, Donbot, ain't that your wife what with you had that wedding with?" "Donbot, honey!" "What a pleasant shock!" "I was just having dinner alone, when suddenly you walk in on us." "Alone, huh?" "Where am I?" "I was exploring a wormhole through space many light years from this restaurant, when suddenly I was surrounded by darkness." "Hot, sexy darkness." "Why, hello, Donbot!" "Hello, miss, have we met?" "I'm Bender." "The world's most sexual robot." "I mean, the world's most boundary-respecting robot." "Nice to see you, Bender." "Welcome back to our universe." "Listen, sugar, I stuck up the Burlington Coat Factory and got you a little something." "It's a $49 value." "Donbot, I love you!" "Not really." "Man, this is great!" "I always wanted to nail a dame in a fur coat, and now's my chance." "I mean, if you'll introduce me to one, sir." "One as sexy as you, baby!" "Bender out." "I never felt so alive, Bender." "Listen, this turquoise-encrusted bra is worth 50 grand." "Let's sell it and run off before the Donbot gets wise." "No." "It will take a lot more money than that to make a girl like you happy." "No, it won't." "Yeah, it will." "Shut up!" "We'll run off, but not till after I win the Universal Poker Championship!" "One entry, please." "Bender, no!" "You can't beat the best players in the universe." "You're not lucky enough." "Oh, no?" "I'm 40% lucky." "The scrap metal I'm made from included a truckload of horseshoes from the luckiest racehorses in Mexico, who had just been sent to a glue factory." "They don't sound so lucky to me." "Not without their shoes." "That's great!" "Here, Bendy, take this." "It will give you 70% more luck." "It's the Donbot's lucky robot's foot." "All right!" "With two kinds of luck, I can't lose." "No, wait, three." "I stepped on a leprechaun." "Yo, you see this over here over there?" "I'm powering up the clamps." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Let us not rush to judgment." "But, Skip, that was your lucky robot's foot what came off of your lucky leg." "While it is true that I did wake up with only one foot this morning, there is no proof that my beloved Fanny was involved." "Aside from the hacksaw I found under her pillow." "Well, what about that Bender guy?" "You want I should give him the clamps?" "Not yet, Clamps." "Only one thing can prove that he has my lucky foot." "Torture with the clamps or a clamp-like device?" "No." "We are gonna sit tight and see if he wins the poker tournament." "He does, that proves he's packing my lucky foot, in which event..." "The clamps!" "Or a clamp-like device." "Welcome viewers who fell asleep with the TV on!" "It's the 3009 no-limit hold 'em championship." "I'm the massive head of Penn Jillette, and here with a color commentary, my partner Teller." "Our act really didn't change much when he died." "Pardon me, I'm new to this game." "Is this duffle bag big enough for all your money?" "Bender?" "Oh, boogers." "We're in the same tournament." "Quick, get your entry fee back before I bankrupt you." "In your dreams, nutloaf." "Bite my shiny metal hat." "Tex Connecticut, the pride of Kansas City, first to act." "Smiley Spiff, up next." "Looks like Boobs Vanderbilt has a decent pair." "Also, she's got two eights." "And Bender Rodriguez picks up a lucky deal right off the bat." "Two aces." "I'm thinking guitar solo." "I fold." "Holy crap!" "A stunning play by mentally ill newcomer Philip Fry." "It's almost as if he knew Bender had two aces." "Bender has two aces?" "I'm out." "I'm out." "I'm out." "Suck my luck!" "See this gun?" "That's what I'm gonna do to Bender if he wins." "All in." "Call my mighty bid at your peril." "My cards are awful, and I need a hug." "I call your bluff." "I shall annihilate..." "I just wanted to make my daddy proud." "Well, you didn't." "I want you and your junk moved out by Monday." "It's getting pretty intense, folks." "Based on the state of decomposition of Teller's head, we're now in hour 19 of the tournament." "And the first bad deal of the night for Bender." "Hey, pal, help me out here." "This is the worst possible hand, right?" "I'm all in." "All in!" "I mean, fold." "Whatever." "Well, Bender's luck just ran out." "No card can save him from elimination." "Oh, my gourds!" "He's dead." "21, winner!" "I'm so full of luck, it's shooting out like luck diarrhea." "Wake up, poker fans!" "We're down to our final two players in heads-up action for the Championship." "Your perspective, Teller?" "All in." "But you didn't even look at your cards!" "Looking at one's cards is a crutch for players who rely on skill." "Any day now, Fry." "You in or out?" "What's the matter, Fry, you scared?" "Or just crazy?" "All right, all in." "Yes!" "Four aces!" "Ah-ah-ah." "Read 'em and weep, and then tell me what they are." "Two kings." "And with three on the board, that gives Bender five kings." "But how is that..." "I don't believe it." "Bender has just been dealt the King of Beers, a coaster from the bar that somehow got mixed into the deck." "But it still counts!" "Bender win the Championship!" "That's some good money." "You did it, Bender." "You're the greatest." "Tell me something I don't know, sweetass." "Now, let's boogie." "We'll be in Space Tahiti before the Donbot knows what hit him." "Now I am suspicious." "Okay, we finished digging this shallow grave." "Can we go now?" "Poor Bender left me one last voicemail before the Robot Mafia buried him in the desert." "Fry, old friend, before I die, I just wanted to say..." "Hang on, I'm getting another call." "Hello?" "Line up, people!" "Everyone take a shovel and one sixth of the planet." "We'll meet back here in 50 years, our bodies broken and our lives wasted." "And you say these are free shovels?" "I'm back, baby." "Bender!" "I thought the Robot Mafia killed you." "Nah, they just shot us and buried us a few times as a warning." "Bender was so brave." "He never stopped making out with me the whole time they were shooting us." "I sure didn't." "I gotta get back to my husband, baby." "Will I see you tonight?" "Probably not." "It's a 14-footer with a clown hazard." "What club you recommend, Baggy?" "As on every hole, I suggest the putter." "Your golf club sure is classy, Mr. Wong." "Naked statue classy." "It is very nice." "I just wish Amy and I didn't have to wear these sexist badges on our melons." "We're lucky even to play as guests, Leela." "Dad's club has a very strict"No girls allowed" policy." "That doesn't seem fair." "It really is." "Everybody knows women don't have the focus to play miniature golf at a professional level." "But that's the best shot of the day!" "Is that my ball?" "I think that my ball." "Great putt, Dad." "Okay, we're done." "Mr. Wong, how do you keep this place so green in the middle of the desert?" "Doesn't that waste a lot of water?" "Nah, we got plenty water, pumped directly from flamingo lake." "They'll be fine." "Oh, yeah, I love miniature golf." "Love everything about it, except how damn miniature it is." "That's why I'm building the universe's biggest miniature golf course." "This the first tee." "Where's the hole?" "On Pluto's moon, Hydra." "It's a six-billion-mile par-two." "Tough shot, even for a man." "Around the sun." "Bank off Jupiter." "And right into the..." "I'll be right back." "It dropped in!" "Put me down for a two." "Two." "Keep in mind, that just the first hole." "For full course, we gonna bulldoze this entire arm of the Milky Way." "What?" "You're gonna wipe out 10% of the galaxy for a stupid golf course?" "First of all, it 12%." "Second, yes, you betcha." "But you have no idea what life forms might be evolving out there." "That's exactly why I'm hiring an impartial scientist to perform an environmental survey." "That's him in the money shower." "Delivery boy's log." "Having fallen asleep on what I thought was the toilet," "I awoke to find the environmental survey in progress." "Status reports, Science Officer." "Zilcho." "No sign of life or intelligence." "Just like Fry on a date." "Hey!" "Okay, so we haven't found any life yet." "I still don't see why you men can't be happy with regular-sized miniature golf." "Leela, evolution has programmed our fabulous male brains to take anything anybody else thinks is important and make it bigger." "Have you seen my new 301-inch TV?" "Hypnotoad is brought to you by the MagnaPhallix 302-inch TV." "It's bigger!" "Oh, hell!" "Captain, I'm detecting life on the spock-o-scope!" "It's amazing." "It's like a textbook on evolution." "Except in Kansas." "But isn't Mr. Wong building the 18th hole here?" "And the golf pants museum?" "Indeed so." "This whole area will be incinerated when he implodes that sun there into a black hole." "That beautiful violet star?" "It's so you can't keep your ball at the end of the game." "Yo, that's messed up." "Well, there won't be any imploding once they read our environmental review." "Right, Professor?" "Twaddle-squat." "There's no scientific consensus that life is important." "Yeah." "Life, schmife." "Approved for demolition." "It's you and me, ponytail." "We're here, Mr. President." "Let's play some mini-golf." "Now, just give it a light tap, Agnew." "No, no, no, just a light..." "Now for a triple clam dip, with a double..." "Ow!" "Tough luck, Agnew." "Looks like you and Wong owe me a Charleston Chew." "Shut up and hear our wisdom." "Shut up and hear our wisdom." "Save the ecosystem." "Save the ecosystem." "Shut up and hear our wisdom!" "Save the ecosystem!" "What gives, Wong?" "You said no chicks allowed." "We are the Greenorita Eco-Feminist Collective, and we will not let you..." "What was it again?" "We will not let you implode the violet dwarf star at galactic coordinates 167.84, -58.03, mark 948." "Already approved, you cackling hens." "So get out, or I'll have vice-president Agnew's headless body throw you out." "I'd like to see him try." "Me, too." "Should look funny." "Sic 'em, Agnew." "Runaway golf cart!" "Look out, Agnew!" "Whoa!" "Aah!" "Is he okay?" "No pulse." "They killed the headless remains of Agnew." "Arrest them!" "All feministas she-vacuate the premises." "I mean"femises."" "My fellow Earthicans, these eco-crooks will face the maximum sentence." "For killing a headless torso, that's six weeks." "Well, this is embarrassing." "Here I've been blabbing on for years about killing all humans, and who actually does something about it?" "Some chick." "Leela's not a killer, and she's not some chick." "She's the chick I love." "And don't tell her I called her a chick, or she'll kill me." "Everyone stay absolutely quiet!" "That thing's on." "Turn it off!" "Oh, sorry." "How do you turn it off?" "There." "Did that do it?" "No." "Stop it." "Shut up." "Here's the button here." "And I think I..." "Now I got it." "Let me give you a hand." "This is awful." "I never meant for our protest to have any effect." "Now what do we do?" "Maybe we should just surrender and serve our six weeks in jail." "Hey, yeah!" "We could do each other's toenails and make shivs." "That's crazy." "We've done nothing wrong, other than killing and dismembering the vice-president." "We need to make a choice, sisters." "We can either keep pestering criminals like Leo Wong with silly slogans..." "Yeah." "Let's do that." "Actually, I meant that to be the less preferable alternative." "We can either chant slogans or we can take action." "What was the first choice again?" "I choose to save the environment by sabotaging Leo Wong's golf course." "Who's with me?" "Could we still use our bullhorns?" "Absolutely." "Bullhorns are a core principle of eco-feminism." "Then I'm in." "Uh, take that" "Yeah, yeah" "Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah" "Izzy, Izzy, ah Zizah, zizah, zizah" "Girls be talkin' Like they all rah, rah" "Who's ready to kick some sweaty man-butt?" "I've got my pointy man-kicking shoes on." "Those are cute." "Aren't they?" "I got them at Nine West." "Simmer down, warriors." "Full power to the vagyroscope!" "Those dirty rings." "I tried soaking them out, even blasting them out." "Are you sure about this?" "It would be better for propaganda if we weren't using refined sugar." "It's okay." "The potato we're shoving in the tailpipe is organic." "I smell sabotage." "And potatoes." "Now, unfortunately, the media is going to put a negative spin on this, like when we killed that guy, so to win public support, we'll need a lovable mascot." "Squirm all you want, you nasty dumpling." "One less species for the universe, one more breakfast for..." "Zoidberg?" "Leela." "Me saving things the leech." "Not the eating of it." "Zoidberg, I'm very surprised at you, slightly." "Psst!" "Leela." "Shh!" "I'm a fugitive." "I know." "I miss you so much, Leela, even more than when you were here." "I miss you, too, Fry." "And you probably think what I'm doing is wrong." "But it's something I really care about..." "You don't have to explain, Leela." "You're you." "That's all I need to know." "Goodbye, sweet goofbag." "I'll miss her, too, buddy." "Dibs on her iPod." "Dibs on..." "Hey, Fry!" "Long time, man." "Hey, Hutch!" "What have you been up to?" "Same old, same old." "Searching the dumpsters, protecting my thoughts with tin foil, peeing myself." "So, what brings you to Earth?" "It's top secret." "Hey, take off your helmet and I'll think it to you." "Okay." "Here goes." "Where are you?" "And me?" "The Great Hall of the Ancient Legion of Madfellows." "Welcome, bro." "Welcome, bro." "Welcome, bro." "Sorry I bashed your head in, buddy, but I had to." "You see, the fate of the universe depends on you." "Yeah, I get that a lot." "The Grand Curator will tell you more." "Take me to him." "Hey, man." "Hey." "So dig this, Fry." "Our commune has been monitoring the universe's life energy for, like, a really long time, and we're grokking some super weird junk." "I don't mean to be rude, but it's kind of hard to take you seriously when you say junk like"grok" and"junk."" "What about"commune"?" "Especially"commune."" "Come on, it's the fate of the universe, puff it up a little." "Like you could say your ancient order is sensing deep upheaval in the cosmic life energy field." "Okay." "I'll try." "So, like, a really, really long time ago..." "Eons ago!" "Cool." "Eons ago, the life force we call Chee permeated the universe." "The Green Chee generated a great upwelling of life across the cosmos." "But then, for reasons unknown..." "Ooh."Reasons unknown."" "Now that's the sort of hook that grabs the attention of me, the viewer." "For reasons unknown..." "Nice." "...the Chee began to recede, and the diversity of life began to wither." "The life forms we know today are but a fraction of a fraction of the magnificence that once existed." "But a bunch of dudes, right, they totally passed this far-out knowledge down through the ages." "Some with this knowledge were called prophets, some, fruitcakes." "We, the Legion of Madfellows, are their heirs." "Hey, I'm on TV." "Well, that's the show." "Neat." "What's it got to do with me?" "Pooperdoodle!" "I mean, pardon the omission." "You see, after untold eternities, we have sensed a resurgence in the Chee." "Hey, that's the violet dwarf star that Leela wants to save." "Freaking nailed it, corndog." "We believe this star heralds a new green age, and it's your destiny to be its shepherd and protector." "Me?" "Why?" "'Cause you got, like, no delta brainwave, man." "The Dark Ones can't groove off your thoughts." "Silence, Hutch!" "You shall learn more in time, Fry." "But for now, let's just say we have enemies, enemies who can read minds, except yours." "Cool." "I can't wait to tell Leela." "No!" "If you tell anyone, then their thoughts could be read, and our enemies would know of our existence." "For the sake of those you love, you must keep this secret." "Do you foot-swear?" "Okay." "I foot-swear." "Good." "Now, to save the coming of the green age, you must stop this man." "I know him." "Leo Wong." "I work with his daughter." "Good, that will cut about 15 minutes of explanation." "You must gain Wong's confidence, infiltrate his organization and prevent him from destroying the violet dwarf." "Looking for a job, eh?" "Yes, sir." "Nothing fancy." "I'm willing to start at the bottom and infiltrate my way up." "Sorry, no openings right now." "What I need is security guard to keep nutcases out of my office." "I'm good at keeping nutcases." "I said no way." "Security guard gotta be tough." "This idiot don't look like he could handle those feministas." "I look like an idiot who can handle those feministas." "He'll have to do better than that." "I'll have to do better than that." "Hmm." "You and I think a lot alike." "You really think you can stand up to those eco-freakos?" "Sir, with me around, they'll be the least of your worries." "Stand by, men." "And manly aliens." "Prepare to test fire King Kong hole." "It workses." "Good job, men." "And manly aliens." "Construction of King Kong hole complete." "Typical." "Always King Kong, never Queen Quong." "What are those, hooks?" "Get out of heres, you hookers." "This is my turfs." "Helpses!" "You go, gorilla!" "Our top story." "The string of eco-vandalism that began with a harmless vice-presidential killing has spread across the galaxy." "Why do you always get to read the top story, Morbo?" "Because viewers trust a deep male voice and huge, throbbing forehead veins." "Not all reaction to the crime spree has been negative." "We spoke with several people who viewed these courageous eco-feminists as heroes." "I just wish there was some way to..." "Excuse me." "Some way to show I support 'em." "Send them some smokes or something." "So you make more than twice what I do." "What?" "This just in:" "Root 2 News has received a video communique from the eco-feminists' unknown hideout." "This is sub-commander I., den mother of the Feminista Revolutionary Collective, with a message for Leo Wong." "Leo, you're a parasite on the universe, and parasites must be destroyed." "That's why we've adopted this parasite as our mascot." "I know it's a little confusing." "The point is, even this vicious leech has a right to exist, because it's a part of nature." "And that's why a vicious leech like Leo Wong must be exterminated." "Again, confusing." "We call on women everywhere to join our struggle against eco-chauvinist Leo Wong." "We especially need good communique writers." "Feministas unite!" "In other news..." "Feministas unite!" "Feministas unite!" "Incredible." "Absolutely incredible." "You're telling me this TiVo machine can pause and rewind live TV?" "These crazy broads gonna ruin me, Nixon." "You gotta help me." "Send the army or something." "Something big that shoots." "Sir, I don't care if you are my biggest contributor." "Our armed forces do not serve your private business interests." "Sorry, I..." "I'm just yanking your chain, Leo." "I'm on it like boring on Gerry Ford." "Zapp Brannigan purporting for duty." "For the love of God, Kif, less piccolo, more fife." "Report, Brannigan." "Mr. President, I failed to identify these curvaceous banditas despite hours of staring at their dossiers." "Yet, I seemed to have stroked myself upon good luck, for a patriot of the highest order has volunteered to lead us to them." "These eco-feminists are ruthless criminals who'll stop at nothing to save the environment." "I don't see how a bending unit can catch them." "Not just any bending unit, Presidente." "I happen to be brilliant, fearless and short on cash." "Short on cash." "Slush him, Kroker." "Bender here has identified the femdito commander as my ex-lover, Turanga Leela, whom I once made love at." "And he's willing to fink her out for a few simoleons?" "It's not about the money, Nixon, though I'd like much more." "It's 'cause Leela's a threat." "A threat to my reputation." "She's committed 30 felonies in 12 star systems." "If no one stops her, she'll break my record for longest rap sheet." "That's a despicable motive, Bender, and I respect it." "Now, I could find Leela, but you'll need to authorize a wiretap." "As many as you like." "I only need one." "Let's call it six." "Question." "If you don't know where Leela is, how can you wiretap her?" "I'm not wiretapping her, Greensleeves." "You see, like all women, Leela has one weakness." "Hello, weakness!" "Hey, Bender, check it out." "I'm Leo Wong's new security guard." "I got an ID badge and a flashlight, and I ordered this mustache." "Neat." "Say, speaking of whatever the hell you just said," "I need to make a cell phone telephone call." "Can borrow your cell phone telephone?" "Okay, but don't restart my Tetris." "I was finally about to get one of those pieces that looks like a backwards"L."" "Okay, superstud." "Looking good, security." "No feministas getting past you." "No, sir." "Not on my mustache's watch." "Fry, I can't believe you're working with my dad against Leela." "How can you claim to be her friend and still want her in jail?" "It's a tightrope walk, I won't deny it." "It takes the kind of multi-sided thinking your dad's so brilliant at." "You mean being two-faced?" "Don't mind cranky-pants here." "She been cranky ever since she was a fat little girl." "Dad!" "Can I be brutally honest, Fry?" "I always wanted a son." "That hurt, but I can take it." "I knew you wanted a son!" "Why do you think I became a miniature golf champion?" "Why do you think I wear these stupid boys' sweat suits?" "To hide your big, fat butt, that's why." "Now, sir, in fairness, Amy's butt is actually pretty hot." "What is it with you men?" "Why does everything revolve around my butt?" "'Cause it's so big and massive." "Sorry." "That's it!" "Why don't you just adopt Fry and make him the son you never had?" "That'll replace the daughter you don't have anymore!" "Whoa!" "What's with Big Butt?" "She just hungry." "Here you go, Fry." "Thanks." "Oh!" "FYI, I dropped that Tetris piece in the wrong place and ended the game." "No!" "Great!" "Now Amy's gonna tell Leela I'm a jerk." "If only I could explain I'm on a secret mission against evil." "Wait." "Evil?" "Yeah, yeah, evil." "What's going on in there?" "A scary noise?" "Hey, you're one of Leela's feministas." ""Save the environment!" "Wo-mandate Leo's retirement!"" "That's terrible writing!" "Stop making your point so ineffectively!" "Take your mands off of me!" "I'm on your side." "Don't shush me." "Please, can you take a message to Leela?" "What is it?" "Just say her sweet goofbag is working to save the violet dwarf star, just like she is." "Very well, I'll fem-municate your man-formation." "Just tell her." "Well, this is it, old friends." "Planet Express is done for, what with our delivery crew missing and the abysmal sales of Tickle Me Bender." "Quit touching my junk, pervert!" "Hold out your hands and I'll remove your career chips." "I hate to see it come to an end." "When will it end?" "Shouldn't you get that, Professor?" "I suppose." "Hello?" "Professor, old buddy," "I'm gonna blow up the violet dwarf star." "So I need you deliver billion-mile security fence to keep out protesters." "Dirty business." "Lot of money." "You corrupt enough?" "Damn skippy!" "Good news, crybabies!" "We're back in business." "Sweet kookaburra of Edinburgh, Professor." "You sure you know how to fly this thing?" "I invented it, didn't I?" "You wouldn't ask Thomas Edison whether he knew how to use a sexmatron." "The feministas, probably." "Halt!" "What are you doing in this parallelogram of space?" "We're delivering a fence to keep you ladies in your place." "Amy?" "Labarbara?" "That's right, husband." "From now on, you make your own Manwiches." "Under the articles of the confemiracy, we hereby wo-mandeer this ship." "Oh, no, you don't." "It's three against three." "That was the greatest play I ever saw." "It must have had 20 acts." "We installed your fence, Leo Wong." "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Should we shout a clever slogan?" "You mean something like, "The best defense is a good fence?"" "Yeah, something like that, only funny." "I wish we could, but our chief slogan writer is back at the Honeybun Hideout." "Does"violet dwarf" rhyme with"men are dorks"?" "It does through a megaphone." "That reminds me, I've got to tell Leela about that weirdo who wants to save the violet dwarf." "So, the Legion of Madfellows has a new pawn, eh?" "Is somebody here?" "If you're the DSL guy, you're two days late." "Who gave you that message for Leela?" "I don't know his name." "Then you are of no use to the Dark Ones!" "Long lost brother, avenge my death." "Where are your crappy rhymes now, Frida Waterfall?" "I'm dead." "I'm dead." "Eat only natural whole-grain bread." "Six, seven, eight Lock the gate" "One, two, three Turn the key 30, 50, 10" "My dirty, shifty friend?" "Hey, Fry, long time." "Welcome back to the Legion of Madfellows, man." "Why'd you bonk me, you idiot?" "You could have just asked me to come with you." "And where are we?" "This doesn't look like your regular dumpster." "All in good time!" "I guess now is a good time." "We are on Mars, in a forgotten cavern abandoned by the native Martians a million years ago." "Actually, it was five years ago." "I remember 'cause they washed my socks." "You have done well, Fry." "You have ingratiated yourself with Leo Wong." "Yup, I kissed his ass from cheek to shining cheek." "So, what do I do next?" "As Wong security chief, you will be on hand when he attempts to destroy the violet dwarf." "You must not let that happen." ""Must let happen."" "Not happen!" ""Must let occur."" "Let me tell you a story." "A story of two alien species so ancient that compared to them the human race is a mere college senior!" "On a distant planetoid they evolved to cooperate in their quest to survive." "Cooperation, because life is a team sport." "But, over time, one species evolved a better strategy, and an evolutionary arms race began." "That concludes the audio-visual portion of our head-clonk and lecture." "Wait, what happened to the snakes and the frogs?" "I need to know!" "The frogs, or possibly the snakes, evolved into vicious killing machines, honed by the merciless forces of natural selection and intelligent design." "We call these the Dark Ones!" "These evil creatures preyed on all life, driving species after species to extinction." "Meanwhile, however, the second species evolved to fend off the Dark Ones, befriending and protecting all other living things." "Even Celine Dion?" "Probably." "We call these noble beings the Encyclopods, because their DNA incorporates the DNA of every endangered species they encountered, so they can recreate them if they go extinct." "Just as a pillow, a wig and a corncob pipe can be used to recreate my old girlfriend!" "Bingo." "Meanwhile, at the Honeybun Hideout." "There!" "Now you know how it feels to be locked up in a go-go cage." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Shut your man-hole." "I feel dirty." "Are you sure Fry is working for your father?" "It just doesn't seem like him to be so evil, or to hold down a job." "It's true, Leela." "Cross My Heart bra and swear to Goddess." "But the Fry I know wouldn't do that." "I'm gonna call his cell phone telephone and prove you wrong." "Oh, no!" "Frida's been murdered!" "Sweet she-cattle of Seattle." "Not your strong suit, woman." "Who could have done this?" "Your dad?" "Nixon?" "Fry?" "No, never." "I don't think." "Anyhow, there's a crazed murderer on the loose, possibly in the shadows or hanging from the ceiling." "So just stay calm while I call Fry." "So where are the Encyclopods and the Dark Ones now?" "When the life-giving Chee receded, only the toughest organisms could adapt and survive, like the Dark Ones." "Many more died out, like the Encyclopods." "But, and this is the great secret of our age, we believe they left an egg behind." "Is it edible?" "We're not gonna eat it!" "Not unless we find a second one." "No, Fry, we intend to hatch it!" "And that's where you come in." "And here I am." "At long last the tide of Chee has returned, and its nourishing flow has awakened the dormant egg." "That's good." "It's better than good." "It's better." "With its massive stash of DNA, the Encyclopod can reconstruct every species that ever went extinct." "Imagine, all the animals that failed evolution's test, alive again!" "The dodo bird, the brittle-klutz, the striped biologist-taunter." "So, where is this egg?" "In the violet dwarf star system." "And what does it look like?" "A violet dwarf star!" "You mean, the whole star is a single..." "Whoa!" "Sci-fi." "Alas!" "Even now, a Dark One is headed to the star to ensure its destruction." "Dang!" "So what does this Dark One look like?" "We don't know." "I admit it's a horrifically grave situation." "Don't sugarcoat it, Nine." "The Dark Ones have been evolving so long, it could be anything or anyone." "Or anybody." "You mean, like, people?" "Any people." "It will kill the egg, and every dude, woman and child who knows about it." "Even our crazy caps will be useless at close range." "That's why only you, with your defective unreadable brainwave, may be able to thwart them and usher in a new green age of wonder and..." "You're on Fry-time." "Leela!" "Did you get my message?" "What message?" "Didn't you see Frida Waterfall?" "So you did kill Frida Waterfall?" "What?" "No." "I told her to tell you that I'm..." "Oh, Jeep!" "The Dark Ones got her." "It's all true." "We need to talk, Leela." "Then I can explain..." "Well, I can't explain anything, but we should talk anyway." "Where are you?" "Oh, no." "I'm not gonna expose the Honeybun Hideout." "Where are you?" "Near the Keeler Crater on Mars." "Do you know it?" "I think I read about it." "I'll meet you at the south rim in one hour." "No mustaches." "Kif, set coordinates, 36-24-36." "AKA, Leela." "Ten minutes late." "Ain't that just like a womanista?" "Are you alone?" "Of course, don't you trust me?" "There's no escape, Leela." "If you surrender, wave your shirt in the air." "Fry, you traitor!" "Hop onto the magnet, Leela!" "Okay." "One, two..." "I can't believe you ratted me out, Fry." "I'm not a rat, I swear." "If I'm any rodent, it's the loyal capybara, king of the rats!" "No, wait." "This just in, we are about to get our asses blown off." "Labarbara?" "That's right, Linda." "Stay strong, ladies." "We can lose them in the giant miniature golf course." "But the course isn't finished." "And there's no girls allowed." "Fore!" "So, they want to play mini golf, eh?" "Two can play at that game." "Or even four, depending on the number of ball colors available." "I choose pink." "That's their color, sir." "The hell it is." "They're gaining on us." "We need a birdie on the windmill hole." "Wait." "Wait." "Drop the boot!" "Sir, at our present speed, the computer predicts a 100% chance we'll be sliced in half." "We'll never make it." "Not with that attitude, we won't." "Same speed ahead!" "We made it through, Kif." "How many men did we lose?" "All of them." "Well, at least they won't have to mourn each other." "Seal the airlocks, and draw the shades." "Resume shooting." "Oh, no!" "The gorilla!" "That's a par-four!" "The mouth's too dangerous." "I'm going for the nose." "Don't be a sucker." "You won't come out anywhere near the hole." "You need to aim for the jaws just when they start to close." "Start to close?" "Are you out of your..." "We made it!" "Captaining 101." "Go for the nose." "My arms are broken, I'll never paint again." "You can't sue the military." "I'm okay then." "Damage report." "We lost all remaining food and oxygen, Captain." "As well as our XM Radio antenna." "Then this chase is over." "Kif, set course for the nearest XM repair facility." "Meanwhile, we shall sing top hits from the '80s." "Which '80s, sir?" "For me, there are only one '80s." "Smell like I sound I'm lost and I'm found" "And I'm hungry like the wolf" "The shot was too good!" "We're jamming straight for the hole." "We're gonna crash, even." "Shmeesh, shmill out, shmeverybody." "It's a wormhole hole." "Of course, a wormhole!" "We'll simply disappear and reappear in another part of the universe." "We made it!" "Crud nuggets!" "We de-spaced right next to the Nimbus." "Just when you think the chase is over, it gets twice as exciting!" "Hey, look at that." "Well, well, well." "My bloodhound-like instincts must have hunted them down while my other parts were throbbing to Duran Duran." "Shall I initiate a pointless and potentially fatal pursuit?" "Make it so." "It's gonna be fun on a bun, in space." "Look!" "The asteroid." "Now it's crawling with life." "Like Zoidberg's sandals!" "Wow!" "It's incredible." "But it'll be destroyed when Leo Wong blows up the violet dwarf." "So why are you helping him?" "I can't tell you, Leela." "You just have to trust me." "You keep saying that, but you have to give me something to go on or I..." "Out of whale oil." "Out of whale oil." "The out-of-fuel indicator." "It's indicating." "Say, what's that violet-colored dwarf-like star thing we're drifting into?" "The violet dwarf star!" "Of course." "The gorilla was the 18th hole, so we're headed into the ball return." "What else now can go wrong?" "Ladies, you're under arrest." "Prepare to be boarded again and again." "He'll never take me alive." "Don't give up yet." "I've got one more trick up my sleeve." "That's exactly the number we need." "The fairer sex." "Something's very wrong here, and yet a little bit right." "Not so fast, Brannigan." "Even less fast, feministas!" "Bender?" "All two tons of me." "Oye, oye, oye." "All rise for the honorable Chief Justice D" " O-G-G and the Associate Justices." "Yo." "Seat it or beat it." "The charges against y'all femditos is murder, mayhem, vandalism, kidnapping and resisting arrest." "Damn!" "The big five." "You may now make your opening." "What you got to say for yourselves?" "May it please the Court..." "I mean, may it plizzle the cozizzle." "Proceed." "These charges are outrageous." "Our only goal was to save a rare violet star and its precious ecosystem." "If protecting the environment is a crime, then..." "Protecting the environment is a crime." "I rest my mouth." "Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" "I..." "Well, now, I..." "Am I under oath when I take the oath?" "Can the witness identify the feminista leader?" "That's her right there, with the"I'm gonna kill you Bender" look in her eye." "Hey, aren't you the robot who robbed me at gunpoint last year?" "No further answers, Your Honor." "Please, Justice Dogg, Leela and her friends are completely innocent." "Hold up." "Were you or were you not abducted by these hoes?" "Well, abducted is such an ugly word." "Mr. Wong, the court cannot compel you to testify against your own daughter." "No." "No, I want to." "Also, I got something to say about my wife." "Aw, yeah." "Having heard some of the testimony over these jams I've been listening to, me and my crew will now kick it in the mix." "All right." "We got us a verdict up in this High Court." "Bailiff, drop it like it's legal precedent." "In the matter of Leo Wong v. The Greenorita Eco-Feminist Collective, four justices vote to convict, five to acquit." "However, since the vote was strictly along gender lines and the female justices' votes only count half, you are hereby found guilty." "It's a humiliating and biased system, but it works." "Fifty years in the maximum security Dogg house." "Peace." "Ladies!" "Welcome to hell." "Beats Nutley on a Saturday night." "This is a privately-owned for-profit prison, and I run a tight, cheap ship!" "I've done this by cutting cost everywhere, especially on punishment." "I rely on you inmates to make prison unpleasant for yourselves." "You're encouraged to sexually harass new prisoners, organize no-holds-barred catfights and maintain poor hygiene." "Try and make me, copper." "A troublemaker." "Taste the lash of my 99-cent-store nightstick!" "Yee-ha!" "With the feministas in jail, it full speed ahead." "You and me, Fry." "We implode the violet dwarf star tomorrow." "Ka-boom-boom." "You and me?" "Yeah." "Tomorrow?" "Tomorrow." "Ka-boom?" "Ka-boom-boom." "Hello?" "Madfellows?" "I need to..." "Okay, Leo Wong's about to destroy the violet dwarf." "So, whatever I need to know to stop him, tell me now." "Alas!" "Stopping Wong isn't the only problem." "One of the Dark Ones will try to stop you from stopping him." "So, you must stop it from stopping you from stopping him." "But how can I stop it stop me stop him?" "Stop it!" "Behold, the Omega Device." "That's it?" "The name"Omega Device" sort of conjured up something cooler-looking." "Not that I'm disappointed or anything." "The important thing is what's inside." "What does that look like?" "No one knows, man." "It was invented by a blind inventor, and the one dude he described it to was deaf." "So the legend goes." "When activated, the device will emit a localized blast of delta-band noise to momentarily disable the Dark One." "Like farting in a tent?" "No, an elevator." "Which is why you must strike the enemy at point blank range!" "But the Dark One could look like anything or anyone, right?" "Or anywhere." "So, what's your plan to recognize it?" "We don't have one." "Got it." "And we don't dare think of one neither." "'Cause if we do, the Dark Ones might sense kind of the general vibe." "Even through our mighty foil." "Oh, man!" "Anyone got some tape or some gum?" "As my colleague indicated, the plan cannot come from us, Fry." "We were counting on you and your unreadable brain to come up with something." "That was a mistake." "I see that now." "Freaky thing is, the Dark Ones' thoughts are unreadable, just like yours." "Yes, if we dared unwrap our heads, we could easily locate the one other being whose mind we can't read." "The Dark One!" "But then the Dark One would read our minds and crush them like blood pumpkins." "Wait." "I can read minds and my mind can't be read." "I have a plan." "Great." "Whatever it is, don't tell us." "Wait." "Fry can read minds and his mind can't be read." "So he can safely scan for the Dark One..." "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Leela, time is running out." "We must get to the violet star." "Okay, okay." "Shut up, already." "Huh?" "Nobody's talking, Leela." "We're just painting each other's toenails with rat blood." "Lights out, ladies!" "Those compact fluorescent bulbs waste pennies a day." "Okay, feministas, all clear." "Whoa!" "We now go live to Leela with the escape plan." "Leela?" "Thanks, Linda." "Now we're in here because we tried to save endangered wildlife." "So this time, endangered wildlife will save us." "The Martian muck leech." "That's right." "He's been living off me since we got captured." "Little cutie almost sucked me dry." "Look at him go." "Like a green snake through a sugarcane cake." "Keep trying." "Our top story." "The universe's most wanted eco-feminists are now behind bars, including gang leader, Turanga Leela." "AKA, the Notorious B-I-Itch." "We finished un-pinking the ship, Hubert." "Now what?" "Now we get back to work." "And if that means destroying an ecosystem or two, so be it." "I just meant without our good friends Fry, Leela, Amy and the robot." "Oh, boo-hoo." "This is a business, not a social club." "Money talks." "True wealth is measured in friendships." "Shut up, you." "Life goes on." "But I believe we'll forever carry the pain on the inside." "Oh, no, a rooster!" "That indicates it's the following morning." "How's that creepy crawler doing?" "I'm sorry, femi-sisters, but it pooped out around 3:00 a. m." "Poor thing couldn't take another bite." "Well, I guess we failed." "But what matters is, we tried our best and we looked good doing it." "Bender, is that you?" "Who does it look like?" "My identical cousin Buster?" "Yes." "You're here to break us out?" "But you're the one who put us in." "But I'm Bender, king of the combination shot." "I put you in so that by busting you out, I could commit 15 felonies at once." "Put my rap sheet miles ahead of yours on the all-time chart." "You are one devious bastard." "That's what it says on my vanity plate." "What about the sentries?" "Already taken care of." "I sent them a cake laced with nutmeg." "That's a human sleeping drug, right?" "No, it's a human baking drug." "Okay, Plan B. Everyone knows men have one fatal weakness, they can't resist hookers." "Dixie, Trixie, you know what to do." "Hello, boys!" "Your eyes say no, but your machine gun fire says..." "Ladies and gentleman and whatever, welcome to my most environmentally disastrous implosion ever." "A whole star system!" "Kif, old boy, mind if I sit on your shoulders for a better view?" "Well, actually, sir, I was hoping..." "Thanks." "My associate Philip Fry here will have honor to blow this ugly, dirty star into nice, clean black hole." "Fry, careful those wires." "What you doing down there?" "Just polishing your shoes, Mr. W." "That nice." "Get between the toes there, very dirty." "Well, so much for Plan B." "What's Plan C?" "All situations have the same Plan C. Bending, come on." "We're boned, Bender." "It's a brick wall." "Granted, it's not on the list of approved bendables, but I'm so great!" "Dogs!" "The boning continues." "Green Bluebird, this is Mr. Fabulous." "We are go for cheesing it." "Professor!" "Hermes!" "Zoidberg!" "Scruffy." "A janitor." "You helped us escape?" "Even after we locked you in a go-go cage like common go-go dancers?" "I couldn't live with myself, Leela." "I call myself a scientist, wear the white coat and probe a monkey every now and again, yet I put monetary gain ahead of preserving nature." "Can you ever forgive me?" "I reckon." "I could kiss you, Professor." "Okay, but watch out for my new grill." "Before the grand finale, as it were, it seems only fitting that I, Commodore 64 Zapp Brannigan, say a few brief pages in honor of..." "Whatever your plan is, Fry, I suggest you get on with it." "Get..." "Shoot, I got hot sauce on my Number 9 shirt." "Okay, locate the Dark One by finding someone whose thoughts I can't read." "And unaccustomed..." "By God!" "I'm the greatest speaker of all time." "They're suckling at the teats of my every syllable." "Allow me now..." "His voice is like ear sandpaper." "I miss Amy." "The one secret no one ever suspected is that I really did stage the moon landing." "On Venus." "If I had all the money in the world, I'd..." "Oh, wait." "I do." "I'd like to thank the academy, my agent, and most of all, my operating system, Windows Vista, for everything it..." "System error." "Naked ladies." "Naked ladies." "Naked ladies." "Naked ladies." "I never should have taken that accent elimination class from Jackie Chan." "And so, as we obliterize this star, let us remember those immortal words once spoken by a great man, moi." "And I quote,"All good things must come to an end," ""preferably in a humongous explosion."" "Let's pop this beach ball." "Ten!" "Nine!" "Eight!" "There's no one here whose thoughts can't be read." "No one, except me!" "My thoughts can't be read." "But that's crazy." "If I were the Dark One, I'd know it, wouldn't I?" "But, here I am, right where the Dark One would be, about to blow up the star." "Oh, God!" "Somewhere deep inside of me, it's me!" "I'm the Dark One!" "Put your hands in the air!" "Should we wave them like we just don't care?" "That's optional." "You girl punks gone too far this time." "Your parents should be ashamed." "Yes, you should!" "Amy?" "Amy!" "Destroy the star, Leo, hurry." "You got it, Mr. Voice-in-my-head." "I've gotta admit, Amy, you got a pretty good swing." "Really?" "Thanks, Dad." "Okay, time to defuse this star cracker once and for all." "Leela, wait." "You're making a mistake." "You have no idea what's really going on." "What is really going on?" "I can't tell you." "Then why should I trust you?" "Why?" "Because..." "Because..." "You're you." "That's all I need to know." "No!" "Don't do it!" "Fiddlesticks." "Leela, are you crazy?" "We became fugitives and jail-breakers to stop him." "And hookers, don't forget hookers." "Shame on all of you." "After everything we've been through together, do you really think Fry would..." "Goodbye, Leela." "I destroy myself to save you." "Where's the boom?" "I was expecting a boom." "It didn't work." "I'm the Dark One, and it didn't do anything." "You're not the Dark One, I am." "Leela?" "Not Leela, you moron." "Me!" "What did you do to me?" "Ew!" "I am the Dark One." "The very last Dark One." "How is it possible I couldn't read your mind?" "Oh, I am momentarily disabled." "What's happening out there?" "Somethings wondersful." "The star and the asteroid." "They were an egg and a sperm." "Great modem of mercy." "Cover the children's eyes." "There are no children here." "Then move your fat head." "I can't see." "The Encyclopod is reborn." "A new green age has begun!" "So the legend foretold." "Look!" "Inside its pouch." "Extinct Tasmanian tigers." "And dodo birds." "And white rhinos." "And striped biologist-taunters." "What are you gonna do, shoot us?" "Life!" "These once extinct plants and animals are my gift to the universe." "Through untold generations, my race has treasured their DNA." "Treat them wisely with the knowledge that all species are precious." "This is unbelievable." "What's going on?" "To answer that, I must tell you a story." "A story of two alien species so ancient that..." "Hutch, are you okay?" "My sister's femi-necklace." "What?" "Hey, how come I can't read your thoughts anymore?" "I shall avenge you, Hutch Waterfall." "After all these eons, the Dark Ones are no more." "Will you preserve their DNA, O Great Encyclopod?" "I suppose I should." "Wait, where did it go?" "What?" "Well, at any rate, I shall preserve the DNA of Homo sapiens." "I thought you only saved the DNA of endangered species." "Farewell." "I guess he didn't hear me." "Well, looks like that wraps everything up in a nice big, old, fat sack of..." "I hereby arrest you fugitives on 53 counts of fugivity." "Kif, round them up, and spare me the weary sigh for once." "Kif." "Wait for me." "Well, this is the end." "There was so many things I wanted to say to you." "Like what?" "Like this is not the end." "But mostly just, I love you, Leela." "Maybe I waited too long to say this, but I love you, too." "Wormhole!" "Sweet topology of cosmology, it's huge!" "If we fly into it, it could take us trillions of light years away." "There's no knowing if we'll ever return." "What do we do?" "Should we go for it?" "Into the breach, meatbags." "Or not." "Whatever." "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go." "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go."