(Bender dancing in Studio 123)
Bender: Do the Bender! Do the Bender!
Randy: No thank you!
Bender: I SAID DO IT!

On the count of three, you will awaken feeling refreshed, as if Futurama were never cancelled by idiots and then brought back by bigger idiots. One...two...(snaps fingers)


(The Professor is poking a comatose Leela with his poking stick)
Fry: Poke harder damnit!
Farnsworth: I'm poking as hard as I can!

Farnsworth: Come on, stem cells, work your astounding scientific nonsense!
Fry: Fetal stem cells? Aren't those controversial?
Farnsworth: In your time, yes. But nowadays...shut up! Besides, these are adult stem cells, harvested from healthy adults that I killed for their stem cells.

Leela: There's no room for two captains' butts in this chair!
Robot Leela: There would be if you'd have taken a spin class instead of lounging around in a coma!

Fry: I need cheering up Bender. I don't know, you want to go out and party tonight?
Bender: I hate partying. If only I didn't have so much crunk in my ba-dun-ka-dunk!

Leela: Something's wrong. It's too quiet.
Fry: Like the deadly Prius.

Oh no! This could be the year without a Kwanza, like every year before 1966.


I thought they were selfish, but in the end, it turns out it was I who thought they were selfish.


The ship can't take this much pressure. Sometimes it falls apart just sitting in the hangar.


What's that loud boring sound you'll hear as soon as I stop talking?


Leela: Four and a half weeks of oil wrestling sounds like plenty.
Bender: This isn't a lousy reformed robotica - we need more petroleum oil!

Futurama Season 7 Quotes

Fire all weapons and open a hailing frequency for my victory yodel.

Zapp Brannigan

Fry: Professor, my Fry-fro's all frizzy.
Farnsworth: Okay?
Fry: That's all. Oh, also, I'm covered in severe burns.
Farnsworth: So, what of it?
Fry: Well...why is...those things?
Farnsworth: You mean you don't remember?
Fry: Nope, nothing. It's like when I passed out in college except nobody drew magic marker penises on my forehead