Épisode
Épisode 5
parJean Forteroche
(publié le27/04/2017 à 12h12)
It may comfort you to know that Fry's death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.
You mean while I'm sleeping in it? No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! We're also Santa Claus! I haven't felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Bite my shiny metal ass. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.
And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? Who am I making this out to? And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? Then we'll go with that data file!
In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms.
Negative, bossy meat creature! Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Professor, make a woman out of me. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Calculon is gonna kill us and it's all everybody else's fault!
- Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men.
- I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.
- I just told you! You've killed me!
Leela, Bender, we're going grave robbing.
Oh God, what have I done? And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? You can see how I lived before I met you. We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!
- Bender?! You stole the atom.
- I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.
- Bender, hurry! This fuel's expensive! Also, we're dying!
Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… They're like sex, except I'm having them!
What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! 'It is!' My precious torso! We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Ok, we'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go ride the bumper cars.
You don't know how to do any of those. No, I'm Santa Claus! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused.
Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of 'will'? There's one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I'm going to come back there and change your opinions manually!
You'll have all the Slurm you can drink when you're partying with Slurms McKenzie! It's a T. It goes "tuh". Dear God, they'll be killed on our doorstep! And there's no trash pickup until January 3rd. Say it in Russian!
Well, let's just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. I don't know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas. Dear God, they'll be killed on our doorstep! And there's no trash pickup until January 3rd.
Oh, you're a dollar naughtier than most. Pansy. Ummm…to eBay? OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book 'Earth in the Balance'', and the much more popular ''Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth', we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.
Bite my shiny metal ass. I suppose I could part with 'one' and still be feared… Who are you, my warranty?! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. I didn't ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it!
I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. Large bet on myself in round one. How much did you make me? I never loved you. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.
She also liked to shut up! Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. Hello, little man. I will destroy you! Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! But existing is basically all I do!