Test Accommodation

Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful! You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you?

Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” Ooh, name it after me! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.

Guess again. And until then, I can never die? Anyone who laughs is a communist! I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’!

Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!

Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.

Large bet on myself in round one. Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs!

Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! And until then, I can never die? These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are.

Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

And until then, I can never die? I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! They’re like sex, except I’m having them!

No, just a regular mistake. Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried?

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. Look, last night was a mistake. Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.