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| − | <h1>Mother's Day</h1>
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| − | <p>I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! You can see how I lived before I met you. OK, if everyone's finished being stupid. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Hey, tell me something. You've got all this money. How come you always dress like you're doing your laundry?</p>
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| − | <h2>A Head in the Polls</h2>
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| − | <p>All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school! Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Ow, my spirit! You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? That's the ONLY thing about being a slave.</p>
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| − | <li>You wouldn't. Ask anyway!</li>
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| − | <li>I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.</li>
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| − | <li>Large bet on myself in round one.</li>
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| − | <h3>Mars University</h3>
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| − | <p>We'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go home. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Yeah, lots of people did. It doesn't look so shiny to me.</p>
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| − | <h4>Bender Should Not Be Allowed on TV</h4>
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| − | <p>No, I'm Santa Claus! If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.</p>
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| − | <li>Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers.</li>
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| − | <li>Large bet on myself in round one.</li>
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| − | <li>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.</li>
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| − | <li>Bender, you risked your life to save me!</li>
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| − | <h5>The Route of All Evil</h5>
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| − | <p>That's not soon enough! Why would I want to know that? Daddy Bender, we're hungry.</p>
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| | I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! You can see how I lived before I met you. OK, if everyone's finished being stupid. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Hey, tell me something. You've got all this money. How come you always dress like you're doing your laundry? | | I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! You can see how I lived before I met you. OK, if everyone's finished being stupid. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Hey, tell me something. You've got all this money. How come you always dress like you're doing your laundry? |
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| − | A Head in the Polls | + | == A Head in the Polls == |
| − | All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school! Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Ow, my spirit! You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. | + | All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school! Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Ow, my spirit! You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? That's the ONLY thing about being a slave. |
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| − | You wouldn't. Ask anyway!
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| − | I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.
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| − | Large bet on myself in round one.
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| − | Mars University
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| − | We'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go home. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Yeah, lots of people did. It doesn't look so shiny to me.
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| − | No, I'm Santa Claus! If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.
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| − | Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers.
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| − | Large bet on myself in round one.
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| − | 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.
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| − | Bender, you risked your life to save me!
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| − | The Route of All Evil
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| − | That's not soon enough! Why would I want to know that? Daddy Bender, we're hungry.
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I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! You can see how I lived before I met you. OK, if everyone's finished being stupid. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Hey, tell me something. You've got all this money. How come you always dress like you're doing your laundry?
All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school! Hey, what kinda party is this? There's no booze and only one hooker. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Ow, my spirit! You guys aren't Santa! You're not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? That's the ONLY thing about being a slave.
