Bender: Fry, of all the friends I've had, you're the first.
Leela: Bender, why are you spending so much time in the bathroom? Are you jacking on in there?
Leela: We're going to deliver this crate like professionals.
Fry: Aww, can't we just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it?
Bender: Too much work! I say we burn it, then *say* we dumped it in the sewer!
Leela: This all must have something to do with the secret ingredient!
Fry: My God, what if the secret ingredient is people?
Leela: No, there's already a soda like that -- Soylent Cola.
Fry: Oh. How is it?
Leela: Eh. It varies from person to person.
Neutral Vice President: Your Neutralness, it's a beige alert!
Neutral President: If I don't survive, tell my wife I said... "Hello."
Nichelle Nichols: Eternity with nerds. It's the Pasadena Star Trek convention all over again.
Fry: C'mon! C'mon! Hey, Leela, how about a kiss for good luck?
[Leela gives him a quick peck on the cheek.]
Fry: [disappointed] I meant tongue luck.
Fry: Well, thanks to the Internet, I'm now bored with sex.
Fry: So you're saying these aren't the decaying ruins of New York in the year 4000?
Professor: You wish. You're in Los Angeles.
Fry: But there was this gang of ten-year-olds with guns.
Leela: Exactly. You're in L.A.
Fry: But everyone is driving around in cars shooting at each other.
Bender: That's L.A. for you.
Fry: But the air is green and there's no sign of civilization whatsoever.
Bender: He just won't stop with the social commentary.
Fry: And the people are all phonies. No one reads. Everything has cilantro on it...