You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Why would I want to know that? No, I’m Santa Claus! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film!
Tell her
Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Also Zoidberg. Yeah, lots of people did. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. It must be wonderful. It doesn’t look so shiny to me. The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. Ow, my spirit!
I wish! It’s a nickel. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat.