Zapp: But here we are, stealing an unlimited supply of birthday grade helium from the unsuspecting moon. Kif: That's the sun. Zapp: At night, its the moon.
Fry: Start with a compliment. Tell her she looks thin. Dr. Zoidberg: [calling to Edna] You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from internal parasites? Edna: [pleased] Why, yes. Thanks for noticing.
Dr. Zoidberg: In my experience boxes are usually empty, except for sometimes a little cheese stuck to the top, and that one time Pepperoni. What a day that was.
Professor Hubert Farnsworth: [Professor Farnsworth is showing Cubert, his clone, some of his inventions] And this is my Universal Translator. Unfortunately, so far it only translates into an incomprehensible dead language. Cubert J. Farnsworth: [into the translator's microphone] Hello. Translator Machine: Bonjour! Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Crazy gibberish!
Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some kind of cruel muslin. And the cute little pom-pom pull ropes, cruel though they may be...