You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Look, last night was a mistake. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. 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’!
Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all.