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FARNSWORTH:
Dear Lord, that's over 150 atmospheres of pressure.
FRY: How many atmospheres can this ship withstand?
FARNSWORTH: Well it's a spaceship, so I'd say anywhere between zero and one.
Edit: Sorry I'm not sure why my comment was added as a reply to the parent comment.
between zero and one.
between one and zero
Everyone’s always in favor of saving Hitler’s brain, but when you put it in the body of a great white shark. Ohhh, suddenly you’ve gone too far.
We call the top roost of our cat castle The Angry Dome. She only gets up there when she is bonkers with the zoomies.
I really like the little detail that in the shot after, the planet express ship is leaving and the professor can be seen walking around in a dome flayling his arms and looking angry.
I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.
Not sure whether this is my favorite but it sure is the one I most relate to lately.
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Well, I am already in my pajamas
Futurama sleepers unite.
this is going to be one hell of a bowel movement, afterwards he'll be lucky if he has any bones left
I quote "Tell them I hate them" all the time, especially at work when someone does something unexpected that forces me to fix it.
From Fry and the Slurm Factory
"And here's where I keep assorted lengths of wire."
"To shreds you say? How's his wife holding up? To shreds you say?"
"I can, but that's because I'm not a penniless hippie!"
"This is the perfect chance for Fry to try out my new anti-pressure pills"
"I can't swallow that!"
"Well then 'Good News!' It's a suppository!"
Professor has some classic lines:
Professor! Lava! Hot!
Good news! It's a suppository.
Oh, don't worry, Fry. I too once spent a nightmare-ish time in a robot asylum. But now it's nearly over. So long.
Ohh, a lesson in not changing history from Mr. "I'm My Own Grandfather"! Let's just steal the damn dish and get out of here! Screw history!
Farnsworth: "Remember to take your anti-pressure pills everyone!"
Fry: "I can't swallow this!"
Farnsworth: "Good news! It's a suppository!"
What's the matter compressor?
Nothing's the matter, now that I fixed the matter compressor.
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I can wire anything directly into anything; I'm the professor!
Fifty-three years old? Oh... now I'll need a fake ID to rent ultraporn!
"I don't want to live on this planet anymore"
Heather: Sir, it's not necessary or wise to be naked.
Farnsworth: You sound just like my tennis instructor!
So that's what things would be like if I'd invented the fing longer. A man can dream though. A man can dream.
Professor Farnsworth: You can't just waltz into the Central Bureaucracy. It's a tangled web of red tape and regulations. I've never been, but a friend of mine went completely mad trying to find the washroom there.
Leela: Then we'll need a guide, someone who's been there before.
Professor Farnsworth: Oh, I've been there. Lots of times. [laughs maniacally]
"I survived with only tribial bray dablage"
Here let me show you some of the different lengths of wire I used.
“So that's what things would be like if I'd invented the fing-longer.”
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Leela: “He’s been in there a long time. I’m going in after him!”
Farnsworth (exasperated pointing): “Professor. Lava. Hot!”
They say madness runs in our family. Some even call me mad. And why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic supermen with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood
Whoa fire indeed hot
Leela: Uh, Professor, are we even allowed in the Forbidden Zone?
Prof. Farnsworth: Why, of course! It's just a name! Like the Death Zone or the Zone of No Return. All the zones have names like that in the Galaxy of Terror!
All of them.
Very well. If cop a feel I must, then cop a feel I shall!
Sweet Zombie Jesus
"Give me back my floppy face!"
If anyone needs me, I'll be in the angry dome.
That and:
Leela: Depth at 45 hundred feet, 48 hundred, 50 hundred! 5000 feet!
Farnsworth: Dear Lord, that's over 150 atmospheres of pressure.
Fry: How many atmospheres can this ship withstand?
Farnsworth: Well it's a spaceship, so I'd say anywhere between zero and one.
Professor: This cattle prod should help. Leela: How will that... Professor, zapping Leela with the prod: Get out there!
Your mouth just wrote a Paypal request tranfser that your butt has insufficient funds to honor.
Goodbye, cruel world!
Goodbye, cruel lamp!
Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pompom curtain pull cords, cruel though they may be, I…
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