It’s a hug, Michael. I’m hugging you.
We just call it a sausage. But I bought a yearbook ad from you, doesn’t that mean anything anymore? I’m half machine. I’m a monster. As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch.
All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!
Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying!
It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’!
They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks! No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.