04x18 - The Devil's Hands Are Idle Playthings

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Futurama". Aired: March 28, 1999 - September 4, 2013.*
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Accidentally frozen, pizza-deliverer Fry wakes up 1,000 years in the future.
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04x18 - The Devil's Hands Are Idle Playthings

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Huh?

I choose to not understand these signs.

Aha!

Bender! I was just not
playing the holophonor.

Yeah, well, you should
try not stinking at it.

Well, I am trying.
I've been taking lessons.

Lessons! Oh, that's rich!

Isn't it time you gave up all hope
of ever improving yourself in any way?

I know I should, but I just can't.

Remember those stomach worms
I had that made me smart?

I could play the holophonor.
And it made Leela like me.

Hey, Bender, as long as you know,
I have a holophonor recital Tuesday...

And I'd really like to
have somebody there. Please?

Fine. I'll go already.

You know, sometimes I wish your
real parents were still alive.

Not often, though.

Hey!

Hello, Mrs. Mellonger.
Hello, Philip.

And you must be Mr. Bender.
Philip's told me so much about you.

Is it true that you're a robot?
I prefer the term "Iove machine. "

Your kid is great.

How hard you say you had to hit him?
Fairly hard.

"The Grumpy Snail. "

Sorry.

It's too grumpy!

No! No! Quit! Stop!
Whoo!

Mr. Bender, I simply
cannot teach your child.

Then good day, madam!

We hope to see you soon for tea.

It's hopeless.

I can hear this great music in my head,
but my stupid hands can't keep up.

You know what always cheers me up?
Laughing at other people's misfortunes!

Hey, guys. You missed a
great delivery to space Earth.

Where you been all afternoon?
At a concert.

Was it jazz noodling?
My ex-Boyfriend Shawn played the sax.

I used to listen for hours while he
sat naked on my couch and improvised.

So musicians really
Rodger your Hammerstein?

Yeah. It's weird.
Shawn was uneducated, unambitious.

He was pasty and hunched.
Pretty boy.

But when he played, I could sense this
incredible, beautiful creative soul.

Then one day I found someone else's
couch fibers on his butt.

I couldn't even believe that.
That's really...

That could be my beautiful
soul sitting naked on her couch.

If I could just learn to
play this stupid thing.

Oh, but you can.

You may have to metaphorically
make a deal with the devil.

And by devil, I mean Robot Devil.

And by metaphorically,
I mean get your coat.

You hit a sour note about
200 years back, Doug!

Let's take it from the top.

Ow!
Bender! Fry!

You've come back for
more eternal damnation!

No, this isn't a religious visit.
Fry just wants holophonor lessons.

Yep. I need to get really
good without practicing.

Hell is full of 10-Year-Olds who
wanted exactly the same thing.

Trouble is, you have what
my old music teacher...

Mrs. Mellonger, calls "stupid fingers. "

With hands like that you'll be
lucky to master a belt buckle.

Now, wouldn't it be nice if you had
a pair of robot hands to replace them?

Sure would. Oh, well, goodbye.

Fry, you smelly idiot.

I think he's willing to make some
kind of deal with the devil with you.

He is? Great!

Wait, what's the catch?
No catch.

I'll merely pick a robot at random
from somewhere in the universe...

Probably one you've never even met,
and then I'll remove his hands...

And switch them for yours.
It's just the sort of guy I am.

What do you say?
I don't know.

It doesn't seem entirely moral to--
Fry, if you don't take this offer...

I will lose all respect
for you and punch you.

Well, all right.

You sure I won't know him?
Definitely probably not.

Just sign this contract.
Wow.

And here we go!

I got 100 bucks on Rectal Exam-Bot!

Ah!
Robot Devil? I get your hands?

Oh, what an appallingly ironic outcome!

It's not ironic, it's just coincidental.
Now fork over those ladyfingers, cookie!

I only put my name on there as a show
of good faith for the other robots.

Stop being such a baby
and chop my hands off.

Oh, very well.

How'd you do that?
They're very good hands.

At last! At last I have the
power to make Leela love me!

Oh, sorry. That'll wear
off in a couple of days.

Check it out, everyone!
I'm back from hell

And I've got the Robot Devil's hands!
Neat!

Let's see a trick!
Alrighty.

Somebody called a Robot Devil's
here to see somebody called Fry.

Uh-Oh.

Where'd I go just now?

Hello, Fry.

Just dropped by to make sure you're
as happy with our little deal as I am.

And-- Oh, give me back my hands!

These things are always
touching me in places.

Yeah, they get around.
But I'm afraid we had a deal.

Looks like I wasted a bus trip.
Yes, you did.

Yes, now you can hear
holophonor virtuoso Philip Fry...

Playing 900 of these classic themes in
your own home on this two-Record set.

That's over 30 minutes
of music for only $14.99.

Only $14.99 for a two-Record set.
Two records!

Oh, Zoidberg, at last you're
becoming a crafty consumer.

Hello?
Hello? I'll take eight!

A Mr. Hedonism-Bot to see you.
Show him in.

Very good, sir.
Oh, Fry! Congratulations!

Your latest performance was as
delectable as dipping my bottom...

Over and over into a bath of
the silkiest oils and creams.

Thank you. That's exactly
what I was going for.

You are the sole diversion in what
has been a pale and unamusing season.

And so I would fain
commission you write an opera.

But I've never written an opera.
And I've never heard one.

Still, if you can keep me
amused through the overture...

I shall consider it a smashing success.

But I wouldn't even know
what to write about. Unless...

Okay, I'll do it.
If I can make it about Leela.

Me? Really?

A man writing an opera about a woman?

Oh, sirrah. How deliciously absurd.
I shall see you at the premiere.

Is it part of the opera?
Leela! You shouldn't be listening.

I don't want you to hear it till it's done.
But it's so beautiful.

So is a peacock, but you
don't eat it until it's cooked.

This has to be perfect.

I want you to hear exactly what
I hear when I think about you.

Oh, Fry. All this time you've had
this incredible gift and I never knew.

I've been a fool.
A fully justified, prudent fool.

Ah! They're so cold!
And yet hell is so hot!

Can I have my hands?
No!

You're not nice!

Bender, this is a surprise.
For you, finding me in the refrigerator!

True, but at least I don't have
the hiccups anymore. What up?

Oh, well, it so happens I'm in
the mood to make a deal with you.

Forget it, you can't tempt me.
Really? There's nothing you want?

I forgot you could tempt
me with things I want.

I suppose I've always wondered what
it would be like to be more annoying.

Oh. Nothing simpler.

And all I ask in return is your
hands to replace these bony hot dogs.

Grabby and Squeezy? Never!
I love these guys!

Is there anything else
you would part with?

No! Nothing! Ain't gonna happen.

Yes! With this built-In stadium air horn,
I can really annoy people!

And all it cost me was my crotch plate.

You certainly are a
shrewd businessman, Bender.

Now find someone and
give them a good blast.

Yeah! That'll teach the
first person I see a lesson.

My ridiculously circuitous
plan is one quarter complete.

Well, Fry's opera
premieres tomorrow night.

I'm off to find a pair of formal gloves
that'll fit over my enormous forearms.

Pretty annoying, huh, Leela?
What? Are you talking?

Oh, God, I'm deaf!
Oops!

I'm so, so sorry, Leela.
I just wanted to annoy you.

What? Oh, this is horrible!
I won't be able to hear Fry's opera.

Oh, how delightfully ironic.

It's not ironic. It's just mean.
Take this:

Oh! Out of aerosol. Also ironic.

Oh, yeah? Well, bite my shiny metal--

Oh, no!

Nobody tell Fry I'm deaf.

If he found out I couldn't hear
his opera, it'd break his heart.

Okay, Deafo.

Courtesans and gentle fops,
I bid you welcome to my opera.

Let us cavort like the Greeks of old.
You know the ones I mean.

Hurrah!
Yay, Fry!

I watch TV with that guy!

Who is this one-Eyed...
Female baby Moses?


With courage in...
Her female baby smile?

A savior from the stars...
Or something stranger still?

Or just a lonely...
Filthy, starving child?

Amy, Fry's looking at me.
What am I supposed to be feeling?

Ah.

Leela, Leela, Leela, save him...

Save Fry, save Fry...
Godzilla will devour him...

As for me, I must be off...
To have my doctor check this cough...

Goodbye...

I don't recall ever fighting Godzilla.
But that is so what I would've done.

One diet double martini, please.

And for you, sir?
I'll just have a Shirley Hemple.

Extra! Extra!
World's greatest opera only half over!

Half over? Oh!

I'd give anything to hear the rest.
Anything?

Thank you, sir.
Now, as I was saying, anything?

Because I can give you new robotic ears.

What?
You can give me new ears?

Wait. What seemingly reasonable
thing do you want in return?

Just your hands, my dear.
Whatever you said, forget it.

All right, then. Just one hand.

Just my left hand?

Please take your seats for Act 2.
I'm not done vomiting!

I can't stand it!

Okay! You can have my hand.
Wonderful! Just sign here.

Calculon, old friend,
I'm afraid I need your ears.

Well, I do owe you for giving
me this unholy acting talent!

I can hear!
I can hear like a safecracker!

Hey, aren't you gonna take my hand?
In good time. You go enjoy the opera.

To win Leela 's heart...
With the holophonor's art...

I need hands...
Of transcendental quickness...

Well, I don 't see any danger...
ln gambling with a stranger...

For my head is...
Of a most amazing thickness...

I'm stupid, I'm stupid...
I'm stupider than you...

I'm stupider than you...
ln every way...

Stupider?
This opera's as lousy as it is brilliant!

Your lyrics lack subtlety.

You can't just have your
characters announce how they feel.

That makes me feel angry!
Look, what do you want?

I want my hands back...

Never!

A deal's a deal...
Even with a dirty dealer...

Very well, then I'll take...
What I want from Leela...

Whoa!

Leela has promised me her hand...

Fry, you do not understand...

I should have revealed...
I'd been deafened by Bender...

The shame, the shame...

But I feared you'd stop writing...
This musical splendor...

Deception 's the curse...
Of my whimsical gender...

He gave me mechanical ears...

Effective, though just a bit garish...

In return, without shedding a tear...
I agreed that I'd give him my hand...

In marriage...

Huh?
What?

You'll give me your hand in marriage...

Is this really happening...
Or just being staged?

It can 't be real...
Not if Leela is engaged...

That isn 't what I meant...
That isn 't what I signed...

You should have checked...
The wording in the fine...

Print...

"I'll give you my hand."
In marriage...

"The use of words expressing something
Other than their literal intention"...

Now that is irony...

I will marry her now...
And confine her to hell...

How droll, how droll...

Where Styx is a river...
And notjust a band...

Though they'll play our reception...
lf all goes as planned...

Unless, Fry, you surrender...
My hands...

Destiny has cheated me...
By forcing me to decide upon...

The woman that I idolize...
Or the hands of an automaton...

Without these hands I can 't complete...
The opera that was captivating her...

But if I keep them...
And she marries him...

Then he probably won't...
Want me dating her...

Bravo! Encore!

I can 't believe the devil...
Is so unforgiving...

I can 't believe...
Everybody's just ad-Libbing...

By the power vested in me...
By the state of New New York...

No! Stop! Take my hands!

You evil, metal dork...

Surgery in an opera?
How wonderfully decadent!

And just as I was
beginning to lose interest.

Jombee, the chocolate icing.

Oh. Oh, my, yes.

My hands!
My horrible human hands!

And what did you do to my nails?
I cleaned them.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
it's my poker night and I feel lucky.

So it's back to hell for me.
Come on, Nixon!

Less reality, more fantasy!
Resume the opera!

But I can't play anymore!

Yes, you can! The beauty was
in your heart, not your hands!

The music's bad and you should feel bad!

Ah! Oh! Whoa! Hey! Whoa.

Extra! Extra!
Greatest opera of all time sucks!

I'll take eight.

Please don't stop playing, Fry.

I wanna hear how it ends.
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