05x01 - 05x04 - Bender's Big Score!

[bunniefuu]

HERMES: Planet Express
delivery company roll call!

-Captain Turanga Leela !
-Here!

Delivery boy, first class, Philip J. Fry!

Here!

Assistant Manager of Sales,
Bender Bending Rodriguez!

Here!

Cerveza, por favor.

Long-term intern, Amy Wong.

Here!

[SCREAMING]

Company physician, Dr. John A. Zoidberg.

I thought it was mine.

Bureaucrat Grade , Hermes Conrad

is who I am.

And now I am proud to present
the owner and founder of Planet Express,

Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth!

You're all fired.

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

Sweet bongo of the Congo!

In fact, you were fired two years ago.

That's when we were shut down
by the delivery network.

FARNSWORTH.: Yes, I'm afraid the brainless
drones who run the network

canceled our License.

[ALL BABBLING]

We were canceled?

Oh, it's terrible. Just terrible.

Well, clear out your desks
and move along. Chop-chop.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes? I see.

Good news, everyone!

Those asinine morons who canceled us
were themselves fired for incompetence.

[ALL CHEERING]

And not just fired, but beaten up, too.
And pretty badly.

[ALL CHEERING HALFHEARTEDLY]

In fact, most of them d*ed
from their injuries.

[ALL MURMURING]

[LAUGHING]

And then they were ground up
into a fine pink powder.

-Why?
-Oh, it's got a million and one uses.

That soothes the fire.

So what does this mean
for us and our many fans?

It means we're back on the air!

Yes, flying on the air
in our mighty spaceship.

[ALL CHEERING]

We're back, baby!

Party!

[LAUGHING]

[EX CLAIMING]

[RAZZING]

[SCRATCHING]

ALL: Go, go, go!

Lower, lawn mower!

What's the matter, robot?
You got a rod up your spine?

Yes, I do. That's how I'm built.

-SCRUFFY: Hooray.
-Way to bend it!

You're the greatest, Bender!

In Jamaica, we got
-story office buildings lower than that.

Let's see you b*at it, Rasta man.

Let's make it interesting.
Fetch down one of them sabers.

Oh, flexible.
That would go good up my spine.

[STEEL DRUMS
PLAYING SABRE DANCE]

Lower.

The fat guy wins!

FRY: Go, Hermes!

[ALL CHEERING]

That's why they call me -inch Conrad.

[EX CLAIMING]

Oh, no.

[MUSIC STOPS ]

[SIREN WAILING]

[EX CLAIMING]

[GROWLING]

Can you save Hermes, Dr. Goodensexy?

I told you, my name is Dr. Cahill.

Figures I'd get m*nled
while the blond bimbo's on duty.

I'm a doctor, sir.

The mere fact that I'm blond
and have a breathy voice,

full sensual lips and a steaming hot body
doesn't make me a bimbo.

Tell me about it.

I think we've all learned a thing or two
about sexual stereotypes

while my head's slowly dying
'cause I'm not in a jar yet, you bimbo!

Oh, right. Ditzy-witzy!

Lars, got another jar job!

Oh, sorry, Doctor.
I was disinfecting Courtney Love...

Oh, hello.

What are you looking at? Is it the eye?

Guilty as charged.

It's a nice looking eye,
and there's plenty of it.

-Oh. Do I know you?
-Apparently not.

-Hi. I'm Lars.
-Oh. I'm Leela.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to be met.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Pick up ladies on your own time,
you shiny-headed goat.

Sir, you're just a little enraged
'cause you're dying. Up and away!

Lars is so flirting with you.

He is so not. He's just being polite.

Who does he think he is,
being polite to you?

-You want me to b*at him up?
-No. Stop being so immature.

I'll show her who's immature.

''Charles de Gaulle''? Never heard of you.

I freed France from the Nazis and...

[IMITATING FRENCH ACCENT]
Hey, Leela. I'm some French guy.

Rock that Frenchman, baby!

Oh, my poor little love pirate
of the Caribbean.

[SOBBING]

There, there, wife. Everything will be all...

Okay, look, Hermes,
we got to think of the boy.

-He needs a daddy.
-He has a daddy.

No, he got two half-daddies.

-Will his body be all right?
-Yes, but it may take a few days.

No, not soon enough.

Come, Dwight,
let's find you a handsome new father.

LaBarbara, no!

[SOBBING]

It's okay, Hermes. We're all here for you.

Good news, everyone!

We've got a delivery
to the nude beach planet.

[ALL CHEERING]

So long, jerk.

It feels great to be back at the wheel
after two long years.

That's not the wheel.

[ALL SCREAMING]

It's nice out.

''You must be at least this naked''?

How much nakeder could you be?

Watch and learn.

[WHOOPING]

[RETCHING]

-You know, it's funny.
-What?

Your wiener!

[LAUGHING]

Well, I'm going in the water
to prune up a bit before I strut.

-Who's with me?
-I'm in!

-I'm in.
-Yeah, I'll go.

You guys go ahead.

I gotta find the bartender
and deliver this box of barstool softener.

Here's your package, sir.

-Why are you talking to my penis?
-Oh, sorry. Sign here.

-Mind if I use your pen?
-Well, that's not a...

[FRY SCREAMING]

And initial here.

[FRY SCREAMING]

Thank you for using Planet Express.

Hey, Fry, I didn't know
you had a tattoo of Bender on your ass.

Me, neither.

You got a tattoo of me?

Neat. It's like looking in a smelly mirror.

So he's got a little ink. Big whoop.

Sweet photons.

I don't know if you're waves or particles,
but you go down smooth.

Sir, would you care to sign our petition?

I support and oppose many things,
but not strongly enough to pick up a pen.

That's just what the guys

who oppose the things
you support want you to do.

Really? Down with those guys!

And we'll need your e-mail address.

They say you shouldn't give out
your e-mail address.

Right. That's just
what those same guys say.

Them again?

[PURRING]

I don't quite understand
what this petition's about.

Animals?

And your e-mail address.

-You won't send me any spam, will you?
-Oh, no, no, no, no.

[UNDER BREATH] Asterisk.

COMPUTER.: You've got spam.

Spam, spam, junk.

The very last pygmy rhino
is going extinct?

Unless it gets my credit card number?

Spam. Spam.

''Hi. How are you?''
Oh, that must be from Kiffy.

COMPUTER.: Hi, how are you?

Low, Iow prices
on erectile dysfunction remedies,

sIeeping pills, oId-person dr*gs,
and antidepressants.

Antidepressants?

Well, I certainly don't want
to get depressed.

Please enter credit card number.

Is cash okay?

[BURPING]

p*rn. p*rn. Free p*rn.

[BENDER READING]

I find that rather hard to believe.

[BENDER READING]

''Top-quality.''

[ALARM BLARING]

[BENDER READING]

I'm waiting for p*rn over here.

Oh, yeah, come on, baby.

[COUGHING]

[PANTING]

Friends, friends!

His Majesty Prince Adisaraki O. Zoidberg
of Nigeria d*ed.

That's so sad.

[SOBBING]

When will those antidepressants get here?

Wait, there's more.

According to this e-mail,
I, Zoidberg, am his next of kin.

Once I wire some good-faith money
to an overseas bank account,

I'll inherit his kingdom,
his canoe, and his plump young wife.

You dumb stumps.
Don't you realize you're being scammed?

That is low, Hermes.

Just because you don't have a body,

you don't want anyone else
to be prince of Nigeria.

Well, try and stop me
from wiring that money.

[WHOOPING]

What's going on here?

According to
my illegal key logging software,

you've all been giving out
personal information over the Internet.

If Hermes were here, he'd fire you all.

-I am here.
-Quiet, you.

In his absence, I'm calling
a mandatory company security seminar.

To the mandatorium !

Now, it's not hard to spot
a phony Internet come-on.

''Get rich quick x q''? Phony.

''Lose weight with space parasites''?
Phony.

What's this?
I've won the Spanish National Lottery?

No, it's a scam !

Yes, yes, a scam. My goodness, I'm rich!

And to think I didn't even know
I had a ticket.

I just need to wire some collateral
to collect the winnings.

Professor, stop!
You're giving away personal information!

I can afford to give away anything I want.
I've won the Spanish National Lottery.

-No, don't!
-It's a scam !

Why won't anybody listen to me?

And my mother's maiden name
and her bank account numbers and...

There!

I'm rich. Rich. Rich!

[DOORBELL RINGING]

That must be my $ now.

Hello. Or should I say, '"Buenos dias '"?

Hi. We own your company now.

[EX CLAIMING]

I'll deal with these guys.

Welcome, boss.

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

Guess I was wrong.

There was a robot stupid enough
to download the obedience virus.

I sure was. Make a hole, chumps.

[IMITATING TRUMPET FANFARE]

Presenting our new masters!

Where shall I put these auto-dialers,
kind master?

Between the password crank
and the spamjaculator.

Come on!
We've got a whole planet to scam.

And bring me some more Gummi Fungus!

[SQUEAKING]

We don't have to stand here
and take abuse from a gross nerd.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

[SHOUTING]

[GIGGLING]

Now get back to work, you turkeys.

Planet Express is still in business.

We've got crap loads of
quote-unquote merchandise to deliver.

Ship them out, Your Highness.

Finally, some respect.

I feel a little better.

Those marvelous scammers
sure scammed us, huh?

How can you just sit there
kissing the aliens' butt flaps?

Don't you realize
you are totally under their control?

Of course I realize it.
Does that mean I can't enjoy it?

Boy, were we suckers.

Greetings, earthlings.

Oh, hooray.
It's handsome Lars and his fabulous jars.

Hello, everyone who isn't Leela.

And a special hello to everyone else.

[GIGGLING]

Shut your lockers and get to class.

-How's my body doing?
-Oh, I'm afraid it's behind schedule.

The museum got tricked
into giving all its funding

to something called
the Scamming Sciences Institute.

[GIGGLING]

It's a fake place.

Cut to the chase, baldy.
When do I get my me back?

Well, it could be months, or even years.

No! That body's
the cornerstone of my marriage.

What's LaBarbara going to do?

She's going to go back
to her first husband.

Barbados Slim? I love that guy.

Everybody loves Slim.

He's the only man to ever win
Olympic gold medals

in both limbo and sex.

Well, maybe I should get going.

-Yes, I'll show you out.
-No, Leela will show him out.

No, Leela will show you out.

Me. Leela.

So your friend, Fry, seems nice.

-Are you and he dating?
-Nope.

Good, because I was maybe thinking
of asking you out for dinner.

I'll start maybe thinking about saying,
''Sure, when?''

Let me maybe give it some thought.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

-Tomorrow at : ?
-Okay.

It's no fair. I've loved Leela
since the day I came to the future.

Did I show you the macaroni valentine
I made for her?

Yes.

Look at it again.

I know she thinks I'm immature,
but someday I won't be.

And deep down in my heart,
I know we'll end up together.

It's all there in the macaroni.

Lars asked me out.

[ALL SNIFFING]

-What are you doing, wonderful masters?
-Sprunjing for information.

[EX CLAIMING]

Oh! There's something here.
I can sprunje it.

Robot, tear it open!

Goody, goody, goody, goody!

-What's that thing on your neck?
-Checking out my sprunjer, huh?

I guess. What does it do?

It's a special sense organ
our species possesses.

It engorges in the presence of...

Information.

Lucky you.

All I have is a gland
that gives off foul odors when I'm bored.

[SPRAYING]

[ALL GROANING]

Hey, look, a safe!

That's my safe. I call keep-offsies.

No callsies! Open it!

[BLOWING]

It's a gold mine.
Tax forms, Social Security cards.

Combination hair, blood
and stool samples.

[ALL MOANING]

I don't get it. How can you say Lars
is more mature than me?

Well, for one thing,
his checkbook doesn't have the Hulk on it.

[ALL MOANING]

-Who are you?
-Philip J. Fry.

Social Security Number ?
Stool type, P-negative?

That's right.

I've never detected
so much information before.

I think it may be a Level code.

[CHATTERING]

Level ? Can it be?

I thought it was only a legend,
but the sprunjer never lies.

[MOANING]

-It's in his pants!
-What the hell are you talking about?

Faster, faster!

I'm science-ing as fast as I can.

What do you say, folks? Hot or not?

I'm not seeing any information.
Do more things!

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

You, boogerbot,
read the code or I'll sh**t this guy.

-Who the hell is he?
-I'm Scruffy, the janitor.

Hang on, Scruffy!

''Zero, zero, one, one, zero, zero, zero,
one, zero, zero, one, zero,

''zero, one, one, one, one, zero,
one, zero, zero, zero, zero,

''one, one, zero, one, one, zero,
one, one, one, zero, zero, one, one.''

A time sphere.

Naked brothers, we have sprunjed

upon the universal machine
language time code.

The key to time travel.

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

What's the secret of time travel doing
on Fry's ass?

It was bound to be somewhere.

Beyond this shimmering portal lie
all the glories of history.

And we can steal them !

We just go to the past and take stuff
with our superior weapons!

[ALL LAUGHING]

Stop, you fools.

-What's going on?
-What is happening?

Nibbler, you... You can talk?

I can do more than talk. I can pontificate.

You must not use the code of codes.

With each and every use,
you risk tearing the universe asunder.

Oh, he's so adorable.

The poodle-monkey may be right.

The legend warns that the code is
powerful and dangerous.

My God.

We'd better use it only three or four times.
Six, max.

But even a single use could shatter
the universe.

Got it. Two or three times.

I see I have no choice.

Nibblonians, att*ck!

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

Hey! That tickles.

And the pitch!

Mayday, mayday!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

NIBBLONIAN: Scamper!

Alas, our kitten-class att*ck ships
were no match for their mighty chairs.

The universe is doomed. Doomed!

Can I pull up my pants now?

Doomed!

Stand back, you wing wangs.

I'm gonna try out this time sphere
with a quick test drive to yesterday.

Bushwa ! You can't go mucking about
in the past without creating paradoxes.

I'm afraid he can.
It's a paradox-correcting time code.

It all works perfectly.
Except when it rips open the universe!

Don't do it. I beg you.

[CHATTERING INAUDIBLY]

Yesterday, please. And make it snappy!

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

-Hello!
-Howdy!

-Say, what the...
-That's weird.

There was one, but now there's two.

Nothing gets past you, eagle eye.

I went back to last night
and met the ''me'' of that time for a drink.

One thing led to another,
and we ended up at my place.

Or should I say our place?

Oh, come on, you bunch of prudes!

This isn't merely revolting,
it's impossible to boot.

I know a paradox when I see one.

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

Paradox resolved. Someone get a mop!

[STEEL DRUMS SOUNDING]

You're looking well, Pops.

How can you look me in the eye-and-eye
and say that?

I'm nothing but a brain.
A useless filthy brain!

You forgot lice-infested.

I didn't forget, I just chose not to...

Barbados Slim?

What are you doing here?

Is there something going on
between you two?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

We just happened to run into each other
shortly after your accident.

And every night since then.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

You're so crazy.

Woman, no!

Oh, who am I kidding?
Without my body, I'm a nobody.

I'm sorry, Hermes. But look at Barbados.
You can't argue with those luscious pecs.

No, I can't.

But I can ask him to stop wiggling them
in my face.

I'm not wiggling them.
They do that by themselves.

I think I'll go back in time and steal
the Liberty Bell before it cracked.

-Or is the cr*ck the valuable part?
-I don't know, you naked crook!

We have a problem, Nudar.
It's a one-way time code.

It can take us to the past,
but it can't bring us back to the present!

Masters, if I might?
Let me do the stealing.

I'll go to the past and snatch everything
I can get my greasy mitts on.

Then, as a robot,
I can just wait it out for a few centuries

in the limestone cavern
beneath this building.

Oh, it'll be ever so much fun!

Hey, that's perfect.

We sit back and let
dumb-dumb here do the stealing.

Dumb-dumb away!

Zero, zero, one, one, zero, zero...

[GASPING]

[BENDER RECITING
TIME CODE QUICKLY]

Yup!

The Mona Lisa!

Sorry, it's not quite finished.

Da Vinci give you any trouble?

Let's just say he may not
make it to The Last Supper.

[LAUGHING]

Preposterous twaddlecock!
Time travel is impossible.

But, Professor, you time-traveled yourself.

Remember,
when we went back to Roswell?

That proves nothing.

And, furthermore, you'd think
I'd remember a thing like that.

Plus, who are you, anyway?

-Man, this is fun on a bun! Here I go again!
-Oh, no, you don't!

Zero, zero, one, one...

[BENDER RECITING
TIME CODE QUICKLY]

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

Scarab, forearm, bird, bird, bird.

[LAUGHING]

No, it's just me, Bender.

I must tell you, Hedonismbot,

I hate to sell my doomsday devices
to a private collector.

But with my business stolen,
I have to make ends meet.

You will be careful?

I shan't touch them till I've had Jambi
lock the absinthe and ether away.

-Oh! What does this one do?
-That one kills everything everywhere.

How delightful. And this one?

Sir, the spheroboom is not for sale.

It's my sentimental favorite.

No need to explain.
I, too, have known unconventional love.

Perhaps you and I and Jambi
could get together

and compare notes sometime, eh?

[CHUCKLING]

Resulting in peace between
East and West Coast rappers...

Good God!

I accept this Nobel Peace Prize
not just for myself,

but for crime robots everywhere. Skoal!

[ALL CHEERING]

[EX CLAIMING]

Not so neutral now, are you, Sweden?

[BENDER LAUGHING]

Be honest with me.
Does my eye look monstery?

I don't want to look monstery
for my date with Lars.

At least a monster has a body.

What I wouldn't give for Wolf Man's torso,
or any of the Groovie Goolies.

I think I'll wear that slutty dress
I've been saving for Easter.

I'd like to punch Lars right
in his ruggedly good-looking face.

[SNORING]

Like all rich people, we're gonna need
weapons to sh**t poor people.

-In self-defense?
-Yes, that, too.

Bender, go steal the doomsday device
chained to the professor's wrist.

Never!

[LAUGHING] I'm kidding. You guys know
I have to do whatever you say.

-Here, swap this for the real one.
-The old switcheroo.

Yes, but don't wake him.

You'll need jeweler's tools
and foot-cup silencers.

Hey. I don't tell you how
to tell me what to do,

so don't tell me how to do
what you tell me to do.

Bender knows when to use finesse.

-Here you go.
-Put it in the safe, clanky.

[WINDOW BREAKING]

[ZOIDBERG EX CLAIMING]

It's the damnedest thing.

There I was in the dumpster,
enjoying a moldy Fudgsicle,

when suddenly your hand flies
over and slaps me in the toches.

Yes, well, these things happen.

Fortunately, the spheroboom is still safe.

Scammed? Me? Sweetheart?

[GROANING]

[GIGGLING]

You do a nice hand job, Zoidberg.

Tell me, if I could find an undamaged body,
could you recapitate me?

Hermes, I'm a surgeon.

When I see two body parts,

I sew them together
and see what happens.

All I'm asking is for you to go back in time

to when I still had my body
and bring it back for me.

-What do I do with your old head?
-I don't care in the slightest.

Can do!

-Come on, man!
-Hermes, please!

You can't hurry
a delicate operation like this.

[EX CLAIMING]

What are those?

You incompetent crab!

I thought you were happy.
Your tail was wagging.

[WHOOPING]

I believe this paradoxicality
equation to be unsolvable.

Ergo, time travel is impossible.

But I can't quite prove it, Bubblegum.

Perhaps you and your razzle-dazzle
Globetrotter calculus could...

Looks pretty damn solvable to me, Farnsy.

Sweet Clyde, use variation of parameters
and expand the Wronskian.

[WHISTLING HARLEM
GLOBETROTTERS THEME]

Shizz, baby.

So paradox-free time travel
is possible after all.

Right on. But dig this multiplicand here.

The ''doom field''? That must be
what corrects the paradoxes.

But that mama rises exponentially.

It could rupture
the very fabric of causality.

That's what I've been trying to tell you.

[WHOOPING]

[HERMES PANTING]

Hermes! You got your body back.

Yes, but not the original.

Bender went back in time
and picked up a copy.

A copy? Funky cold medina !

According to this equation,
a time-travel duplicate

results in a complex denominator
in the causality ratio.

-Oh, snap! You know what that means.
-I can guess.

Actually, I can't guess.

Prof, you got a doom meter in this lab?

[CRACKLING]

Good Lord, Bubblegum.

The duplicate body is emitting doom
at times the background level.

I thought as much.
A duplicate body is always doomed.

It's just a matter of time.

I don't care. I just need it long enough
to bird-dog in and win LaBarbara back.

-Best bird-dog fast, my brother.
-That's the way I bird-dog best.

[LAUGHING]

Drink, quick!
I can't balance it much longer.

Wait, I...

Yes!

Oh, this is so much fun, Lars.

Most men are intimidated by the fact

that I could k*ll them
with a flick of my wrist.

Well, not me, 'cause if you do,
you'll be stuck with the check.

[LAUGHING]

Folks, you care for
a little fresh ground Executive?

Please.

Don't get excited, kids.
This thing's got heart-shaped nostrils.

Want to see it make a star?

-No!
-No!

[BOTH EX CLAIMING]

[EX CLAIMING]

[EX CLAIMING]

[ENGINE STARTING]

[EX CLAIMING]

[INHALING]

[SCREAMING]

Here's your Gutenberg Bible, masters.
Plus, the Colonel's secret recipe.

[BENDER READING]

Well, that does it.
We've got every valuable object in history.

[EX CLAIMING]

Now that I'm rich, I suddenly care
if the universe gets destroyed.

We can't use
that dangerous time code again.

Blank it from the robot's memory.

I'll vaporize this guy so his ass
doesn't fall into the wrong hands.

[EX CLAIMING]

Why don't you just remove my tattoo?

Nice try,
but you might have memorized it.

No, I mightn't.

I can't even remember
my mother's maiden name.

It's Gleissner.

Stupid naked aliens. Stupid Lars.

I hate the future.

Man, that cube root was
a real buzzer-beater, Clyde.

Zero, one, one, one, zero, zero, one, one!

Blast him !

[EX CLAIMING]

You missed. Oh, great master.

Hello, .

I'm home.

MAN: Happy New Year, naked weirdo!

Happy New Year.

Well, we'll never know
where the ass guy went,

and since we can't k*ll him,
I say live and let live.

That's sweet, boss.

Fry'll be nice and cozy
back in the year .

What? How do you know
he went to the year ?

That's where he always goes.

Better play it safe.
Go there a little earlier and wait for him.

You know what to do.

You want me to concludify him
like some sort of dispatcherator?

-Yes, and don't forget to terminate him.
-Got it.

Preparing to terminate Philip Fry.

What's with the doofy sunglasses?

It's really bright in the past.

[QUICKLY] Zero, zero, one, one, zero...

Okay, Fry. Come to papa.

Man, I'm bored.

Hey, there you are.

Oh, wait.
That's Fry before he goes to the future.

I'm waiting for the one
who comes back from the future.

Jeez, this is confusing.

And I bet it's gonna get
a lot more confusing.

[SLOSHING]

That cheap beer
really goes right through you.

For the first time ever,
I gotta use the bathroom.

But if I leave, I might miss Fry.

[GASPING]

Unless...

[QUICKLY] Zero, zero,
one, one, zero, zero...

And I bet it's gonna get
a lot more confusing.

[EX CLAIMING]

Hi, I'm you from seconds in the future.

Stay here and wait for Fry
while I go to the bathroom.

Okay, boss.

After I k*ll Fry, you're next.

-What?
-Nothing.

What the... Who are you?

I'm Bender from way at the end.

I came back to put
this rub-on time code on Fry's ass.

So what are you now, a butler?

Spot of tea, please, jerk wad.

It's called class, you yokel.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have a buttocks to tattoo.

Hello, .

I’m home.

MAN: Happy New Year, naked weirdo!

Happy New Year.

[EX CLAIMING]

Hasta Ia vista, meat bag.

Bender? What are you doing?
It’s me, your best friend.

Must obey orders.

[EX CLAIMING]

Mustn't k*ll friend.

[GROANING]

Badly want to urinate!

-What's happening? Are you urinating?
-Entering auto-destruct sequence.

Crap, I hate auto-destruct sequence.

expl*si*n in seven, six...

lt'll be a cold day in hell, my friend.

Five... Hey, I’m supposed to be
the one saying cool things.

[HUMMING]

[ELEVATOR BELL DlNGlNG]

Hey!

[PANTlNG]

So the game
of cat and mouse begins, huh?

Let us match wits.

Oh, how am I supposed to find him?

All those times he blabbed on and on
about his life in the th century,

if only I had paid
the slightest bit of attention.

Oh, well, guess I better go k*ll myself.

[PEOPLE CHEERING]

Hello, bartender?

I have thought it over,
and far from being a fat pig,

you are very nice,
and I would like another drink...

Take a barf, drunky.

Okay, su1c1de booth,
give me your best sh*t.

Electrocution, please. Side order of poison.

Hello? k*ll me, you stupid machine.

What the... ''Local calls cents''?

It’s a street-corner telephone parlor.

What kind of horrible
su1c1de-free time is this?

Wait a minute.

Maybe this handy encyclopedia
of humans will help me track Fry down.

Fry, Fry, Fry.

One of these Frys must be Fry.

Look out, Philip Fry,
'cause I got a little present for you.

My name is Philip Fry.
Where's my present?

Hang on a second, Fry.
I don't remember you being that ugly.

No, no, I’ve always been this ugly.

Let me see your ass.

No tattoo. Okay, you can go.

Farewell, sir.

[GIGGLING]

[EX CLAIMING]

Say your prayers, Fry.

This isn't Fry.
I kicked Fry out two hours ago.

This is my new boyfriend...

-Constantine.
-Really? That's a dumb name.

Could be a trick.
Let me see your ass, Constantine.

Oh, nice. Now I see why she left Fry.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

[SCREAMING]

Okay, you're still clean.
I mean, metaphorically.

He must have left the city.
Man, this could take all day.

MAN: You guys wouldn't know a chad
if it was taped to your...

-The returns are looking good, Mr. Gore.
-Thanks, Phil.

Here's to four years
of clean air, clean government,

and amazing new technologies
such as the...

Robot!

Philip Fry?

NARRATOR: years passed.

Then, this.

Philip J. Fry?

Phil, some kind of trash can
here to see you.

He's coming.

Are you made of Tinkertoy?

It’s been years.
Maybe I’m getting taller.

You're not getting smarter.

Listen, pipsqueak,
are you Philip J. Fry or not?

'Cause if you are, I’m here to k*ll you.

I’d like to see you try.

[SCREAMING]

You want Uncle Phil.

He went to the North Pole
on a fishing boat.

The North Pole! I was just there.

One ticket to the North Pole, please.
Broom-closet class.

Fry?

lf only I could be sure.

lt is Fry.

I’d recognize me,
and hence him, anywhere.

Follow that guy.

There's an extra in it for you

if you follow him so closely
that you run him over.

Yes, sir.

[GORE EX CLAIMING]

[CAR HONKlNG]

[EX CLAIMING]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

[BOTH EX CLAIMING]

[BENDER SCREAMING]

Dang! That $ could have bought me
one gallon of gas.

[BENDER SCREAMING]

[GROANING]

Oh, I lost him. People will call me a failure.

[WlNDOW OPENlNG]

Others, however, will call me
the world's sexiest k*lling machine,

who's fun at parties.

Fry, old buddy. It’s me, Bender.

I totally k*lled him !

[LAUGHING]

[SOBBING]

Oh, God, what have I done?

Preparing to terminate Philip Fry.

What's with the doofy sunglasses?

It’s really bright in the past.

[QUlCKLY] Zero, zero, one, one, zero...

[SOBBING]

Mission accomplished.

Fry is dead?

No other robot could've done it.

lt took years of tireless stalking,

but I hunted down and k*lled
my best friend.

[SOBBING]

I’m the greatest!

[BEEPlNG]

COMPUTER.: Time code
and obedience virus erased.

AIso, terabytes of p*rn.

Hey!

You've got no code, no p*rn,
and you're ugly.

Let's dance!

Nuh-nuh-nuh
Nuh-nuh-nuh

Now, it's true, we'll all miss Fry.

He was the only one of you
who never struck me!

And we'll never see his boyish smile
and hair horn again.

But I bet he went back to his own time.

I’m sure he was very happy
and lived to a ripe old age.

He wasn't and he didn't!

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

Struggling alone against incredible odds,
I, Bender, managed to k*ll him.

[SOBBING]

I blew him to mush
like a midget in a microwave.

[SOBBING]

[ALL GROANING]

Oh, don't blame yourself, Bender.

I don't blame myself. I blame all of you!

Us? How can you possibly blame us?

lt ain't easy. lt just proves how great I am.

[SOBBING]

Fry!

I’d give anything to un-m*rder you!

-Did someone call me?
-No!

Fry?

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

But I k*lled you in . Unless...

Nope, he's not a zombie.

[ALL CHEERING]

-Welcome back, Fry.
-Thank you, Lars.

I... I’ll see you later, honey.

So tell us, Fry,
if Bender k*lled you centuries ago,

how in Satan's glorious name
did you return?

Oh, it's an astonishing tale
of incredibleness.

lt all began when I went back in time.

Duh!

Oh, hey, Mr. Panucci.

I’m back from that delivery
to the cryogenic lab.

Great, I’ll put you on the cover
of Big Whoop magazine.

-I’m starving. Can I have a slice?
-Help yourself. Cash up front.

This note is IegaI tender.

[GROWLING]

FRY.: UnfortunateIy,
I had no money from that era.

But that's when it hit me.
I knew where to find free pizza.

[GROANING]

lce cold.

FRY.: That's when it hit me again.

But an hour ago,
this pizza's still lukewarm !

''Zero, zero, one, one, zero...''

expl*si*n in seven, six...

lt'll be a cold day in hell, my friend.

Five... Hey, I’m supposed to be
the one saying cool things.

-Nice kick, me.
-Thanks. What are you doing here?

One hour from now,
I travel back in time for free pizza.

But Nibbler said not to use the time code.

Fine, Mr. Responsible, don't use the code.

That pizza sure was good.

-You pig.
-Whatever.

FRY.: That's when it hit me yet a third time.

You idiot!

Frozen me's still got a wallet
full of old-timey money.

Yuck! I touched my own butt!

So I unfroze minutes ago,
and I walked over here,

and then it was now,
and then I don't know what happened.

Well, I’m glad you're alive,

but I don't want people to say
I’m incompetent,

so I better k*ll you again. Hold still.

Bender! Stop k*lling for a minute!

The Fry you m*rder*d
was doomed anyway.

See?

What have you got there? Numbers?

Here, when the time code duplicates
a living thing,

the copy is always doomed.

And that includes
flabby Jamaican pot-bellies.

Kiss my front-butt.

So my copy lived years
before Bender m*rder*d him?

Brutally m*rder*d.

I wonder what his life was like.

I guess we'll never know.

Or will we?

Nope.

NARRATOR: They won't know. But you will.

Lucky you.

Oh, hey, Mr. Panucci.

I’m back from that delivery
to the cryogenic lab.

I know. I read about it
in Big Whoop magazine.

So my girlfriend kicked me out.
Can I rent the upstairs storage room?

The upstairs storage?

[LAUGHING]

I like you, kid.

Your lousy life makes me feel
good about myself.

The room's yours.

Here, take some rat spray
for the meatball hamper.

[BARKlNG]

[SOBBING]

Happy day, man. Good to have you back.

lndeed, but the scammers
will soon sprunje the code again.

We must remove the time tattoo at once,
and as painlessly as possible.

[SCREAMING]

Hurry! They're coming!

There, the code is gone.

I saved the space-time continuum
and %%% of your rectum.

-ALL: Yeah!
-That's all you need.

Oh, I sprunje code.

Too late, Nudar.
I’ve wiped Fry's butt clean.

[SNlFFlNG]

We'll see about that.

Nothing, boss.
We sprunjed his ass inside and out.

The only information we found was
a hair shaped like the number six.

Give me that!

Nine. All right, let him go.
I guess the time code really is gone.

Thank God.

The present may stink,

but at least now we can look
forward to a better yesterday.

I’m sorry, Leela,
but I can't keep living in the past.

By which I mean the future.

I’ll always love you,

but I’ve got to move on
and find my life's purpose.

And that's how BungIes the monkey
finally found a friend.

I miss Morbo.

And finally, tonight
on The Late Cute Animal News,

a story that will really
tug your heartstrings

way more than BungIes,
the doll-raping monkey.

It's the taIe of IoneIy LeeIu,
the littIe orphan narwhaI.

LeeIu is a rare toothed, femaIe narwhaI

who got disoriented
and washed up in AtIantic City,

as we all do from time to time.

But without a mother,
she's Iost the will to eat.

Come on, take a sip.

[MOANING]

I know how to make things eat.
Maybe this is my purpose in life.

Hi, I’d like to apply for a job
working with Leelu.

Question number one.

Do you have any experience
working with marine mammals?

-No, but I think they're pretty neat.
-That answers question number two.

Question number three.

Do you know where the door is,
or do you prefer to be kicked out?

I don't know. I guess kicked out.

[GRUNTING]

Hiya, girl!

My name's Fry, and I think you're a cutie,

'cause I like things
that have only one thing

instead of two things.

Holy mackerel!
She's eating whole mackerel.

I don't know what your secret is,
but if you'll work for minimum wage,

you can start tomorrow.

lf I work for less than minimum,
can I start today?

I don't see why not.

In business news, the weak
and gullibIe inhabitants of Earth

were plunged
into economic depression today

as the scammer aliens finished
stealing every item of vaIue,

incIuding ownership of this station.

[LAUGHING]

[BOTH SCREAMING]

Tough times, Earth chumps.
We're repossessing your TV.

Seems you can't afford it
now that you're unemployed.

We're not...

I love the Head Museum at night.
It’s where I come to be alone.

-Hi, Lars!
-Hi, Lars!

Lars and Ia belle Leela.

I trust you brought some haute cuisine
for an old Frenchman?

Your favorite, General.
Torgo's Executive Powder.

Mmm ! Magnifique!

Come on, Leela. Let me show you
the Hall of Screaming Skulls.

[ALL SCREAMING]

It’s so romantic.

[SOBBING]

What's wrong?
ls the screaming depressing you?

It’s just... My life is changing so fast.
I don't know who I am anymore.

I know who you are.

You're the woman
I’ve been waiting for all my life.

Let's go to my place.

I like what you've done with it.

[LEELA READlNG]

And that would be us, dump cakes.

We're buying the whole city

and turning it into
a private panda hunting reserve.

Nuh-nuh-nuh

There aren't any pandas in New New York.

Back it up, Sal!

[BEEPlNG]

Look at us, living like trash-eating bums
in an alley now.

Yes, now.

And on Xmas eve,
the most wonderful night of the...

Oops.

Well, at least we have each other.

So it truly is the worst Xmas ever.

[EX CLAIMING]

Santa !

The Planet Express crew.

According to my list,
you've all been very naughty.

I’ll be back for you
after I collect my milk and cookies

from starving orphans.

That's it. I don't see how
things could get any worse.

We could sing.

I’d rather k*ll myself.

Why not do both?

Oh. Very well.

[GROANING]

I may as well jump

Those sIeazy naked scammers

Made me Iook like a chump

They robbed me of my dignity
and most of my stuff

Lars brought me candy

Cram it down and shut the hell up

I can't compete with that

[GIGGLING]

He's Barbados Slim and I'm Jamaican fat

Who wouId choose a backwards corpse
with lice in his hair?

Lars says I'm dreamy

Who the hell cares?

Oh, won't somebody sh**t her, please

And put her out of our misery?

That's my cue.

[ALL SCREAMING]

Oh, my word.

Lars makes me puke

I bet she'd Iove me, too
If I was a baIdheaded kook

-Hey, guess what, guys!
-What?

While we were huddIed in fear

Lars popped the question

-Congratulations!
-Mazel tov!

May stars in heaven bless your love!

I think I'm gonna cry

'cause it's
an extra happy Xmas this year

Now could things get any worse?

Ho! Ho! Ho!

[ALL SCREAMING]

Stop screaming.

That's just what the b*mb wants us to do.

I say do what it tells us.

[SCREAMING]

Don't worry, a b*mb in a case is
just like a head in a jar.

[ALL CHEERING]

Oh, Lars, not blowing us up
makes me love you even more.

Lifesaving goody-goody.

Well, now that death
has been staved off momentarily,

let me be the first to say

congratulations, Leela and Lars.

[ALL CHEERING]

-Maid of honor!
-Maid of honor!

Oh.

-Oh, that's wonderful.
-I’m so happy.

I could make you happy, too,
if only you'd give me a chance.

[SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

En garde!

[LAUGHING]

You've done a wonderful job, Fry.

When you first started,

I thought she'd be dead within a narweek,

which is six days, I believe.

No, Leelu's a champ.

She just needed someone
to show her how to eat.

Now that's the kind
of whale behavioral science

they don't teach you
in whale behavioral science class.

So what's up, Dr. Shlivinowitz?

[SIGHING]

This is a little hard for me to say, Fry.

You see, it's...

It’s time we released Leelu
back into the wild.

I’m sorry, but the decision is final.

Plus, we need the t*nk
for the Loch Ness monster.

But that turned out to be a log

with a Halloween mask stapled to it.

Yes, well, it still draws a crowd.

I can't let this happen.
She'll never be happy without me.

I know you're broke and homeless,

but you still want
a swank wedding reception.

So I whipped you up
some real nice budget appetizers.

I can keep these down.

Okay. That's a big yes on the crud puffs.

Try the shlimp cocktail.

There must be some way
I can stop this wedding.

-What if I steal the wedding ring?
-Already taken care of.

You think that will be enough
to stop the ceremony?

Nope. I pulled the old switcheroo,
so they won't even know the difference.

Wait a minute.

I think the copy I made
actually cost more than this!

Cheap, lousy Lars.

Actually, this is extremely nice.
But I really went all-out on the copy.

lt was sort of my gift to them.

[SNIFFLING]

I can't let this happen.
She'll never be happy without me.

It’s not fair. We need each other.

Fry, you dumb sack.
I don't care about your problems at all.

[COUGHING]

-You need your blanket, Mr. Panucci.
-I don't even wanna be here.

I only came because you wheeled me.

But if that narwhal means so much to you,

you gotta do something.

I know, but I can't just
go chasing after her.

-That'd be nuts.
-Sometimes you gotta be a little nuts.

Let me introduce you to my cousin.
He owns a small freighter.

That's him right behind us.

Maybe you're right.

Sir, I’d like to engage your ship
for a trans-Arctic voyage

to capture a narwhal
and bring it back to my room.

-The man is nuts, Leroy.
-Professional whale keeper, eh?

I’ve carried your type before,
and we don't get along.

Oh, I agree with your values
and your goals and your methods,

but somehow we just never click
on a personal level.

I’m not a professional anymore.
Just a narwhal-loving private citizen.

Then I’m your man.

We'll take on three barrels
of fresh sausage and sail at dawn.

Welcome to the wedding!

It’s a foolproof plan.

They can't sign the wedding license
if I give them a pen with no ink.

[SMIRKING]

Yeah, once they try to sign that license,
all hell will break loose.

Oy vey.

Go on now, man.

Don't you know nothing
about zipping up a woman's frock?

It’s more my thing to zip them down.

[LAUGHING]

Get your clumsy, muscular hands
off my woman, Barbados.

Hermes! Your body!

I always said you were a little backward.

Well, I always said
you were a little forward.

With my wife!

ALL: Ooh!

Consider yourself bird-dogged.

That's my man! Take a boat, Barbados.

[GRUMBLING]

Brother, you gots to tell that sweet thing

your time-duplicate body is doomed.

Tomorrow morning, after the festivities.

Yow, baby.

[PLAYING WEDDING MARCH]

Our little girl is finally getting married.

And to a normal two-eyed human.

He's not good enough for her.

Leela deserves a guy with a dozen eyes.

Quit trying to fix her up with Fly Mutant.

Dearly liked,

we are gathered here
before one or more gods, or fewer,

to join this couple
in pretty good matrimony.

lf anyone objects to this union,

let them speak now
or forever hold their peace,

or do something else.

[SNICKERING]

It’s been two years, Fry.

We've caught narwhals
and set them all free again.

-None of them were Leelu.
-But all of them were edible.

Can we at least eat that one?
I’m sick of sausage.

[GASPING]

I’d know
that modified extended tooth anywhere.

To the boats!

Leelu! Leelu! It’s me, Fry!

[GRUNTING]

Oh, I’ve missed you, too, Leelu.

But we'll never be apart again
because we care too much for each other.

Fire!

Now, if the couple will sign
the wedding license.

[EX CLAIMING]

[SCREAMING]

I warned him !

I warned him a time paradox duplicate
is always doomed.

-What?
-Oh, no, my man.

He's essentially dead again.

Relax, ma'am.

Your husband's original body
will be repaired within one week.

Not soon enough. Boy needs a daddy.

Cruel runnings, man.

[LAUGHING]

-Woopsy-doopsy, poopsy.
-Well, let's get on with it.

Don't let my doomed body
and my doomed marriage

stand in the way of your happiness.

No, it's not right.

We don't want our happy day tainted
by misfortune and tragedy, do we?

-I’m okay with it.
-No, it's not right.

The wedding is off.

[ALL EX CLAIMING]

Oh, my goodness!

[SNICKERING]

Finally, a happy ending.

[SOBBING]

ANNOUNCER ON TV.: And now it's time for
Everybody Loves Hypnotoad.

[MECHANICAL GRINDING]

Even in a depression,
the entertainment industry thrives.

Are you okay, Leela?

Yeah, I’m just a little down

'cause the only man
I’ll ever love left me at the altar.

-Plus I live in a dumpster.
-You stay out of my dumpster.

[HISSING]

ANNOUNCER ON TV.: We interrupt this
episode ofEverybody Loves Hypnotoad

to bring you a speciaI address
from Earth President Nixon.

PIease, Hypnotoad, it's beyond my controI.

No! Don't make me k*ll myseIf!

[ANNOUNCER GROANING]

My fellow Earthicans,

I've just received some really great news.

I’m about to close a deal

that will allow us to buy Earth back
from the scammers.

[ALL CHEERING]

That'll teach those scammers and me.

Just when things looked darkest,

I received an e-mail
from the Andromeda Galaxy.

lt seems we've won their
quadrillion-dollar family sweepstakes.

[ALL GROANING]

Oh, Lord.

And all I had to do was hand over

our last remaining land
and water as collateral.

So assuming all goes...

[AGNEW GRUNTING]

What's that, Agnew? A telegram?

[GRUNTING]

[EX CLAIMING]

There... Seems to have been some...

We've been scammed again, people.

Prepare to evacuate Earth.
I mean, New Scamedonia.

Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na

Hey, hey, hey

We took your stuff

All aboard for Neptune!

Oh, I don't want to go to Neptune.

I’ll be cold and heavy.

Thanks for the planet, suckers.

[ALL GROANING]

[ALL SCREAMING]

It’s so cold, my processor is running
at peak efficiency.

What are you, a whining machine?

lf you want to worry about something,
worry about the yetis.

Yetis?

[YETIS HOWLING]

Oh, yetis.

Amy, you speak yeti.
What are they saying?

I’m not sure, but it sounds
like something to do with...

''Assaulting the interlopers.''

[SCREAMING]

[GROWLING]

[SHOUTING]

Don't mess with me,
you ice-crapping snow-honkies.

I just got dumped.

[SHOUTING]

Sweet yeti of the Serengeti,
she's gone crazy eddie in the head-y.

[SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

-ls that normal?
-No.

Perhaps if we were to cook
and eat her slightly...

Leave her alone.

She just needs me to cheer her up.

Wanna sword fight, girl?

That male narwhal seems
to be upsetting her.

Get us out of here, Captain.
Full fast ahead.

Damn whale keepers.

Santa ! We forgot he's based on Neptune.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Oh, my heart's not in it.

I’m too depressed
for m*rder and mayhem.

Try some antidepressants.
They're Gummi.

What happened, Santa?

The scammers cheated me
out of my naughty list

to use for telemarketing.

Can you imagine the harm
they could do with that information?

I wanted to do that harm.

That's it. They've gone too far.

No more running and hiding.
It’s time to fight back.

Now, let's not resort to v*olence, Leela.

We're fighting back and you're helping us,
you fat holiday idiot.

[SOBBING]

That hurt.

You're on the naughty list.

[EX CLAIMING REPEATEDLY]

So that's our proposal napkin,
Mr. President.

We have just enough people
and ships to mount a ragtag att*ck.

You wish, missy.

Dog-danged scammers used
our money to build

a fleet of remote-controlled,
solid-gold Death Stars.

Ooh! I’d take one of those
with a side of chili fries.

We're hopelessly outgunned.

The force is with us, but that's about it.

But we have access
to a huge manufacturing complex.

I brought the eIves back from vacation

Chained them up
and called my holiday friends

Kwanzabot

And the Chanukah zombie

Three mad, wise men
Bearing m*rder and frankincense

-Damn you
-Shut up

Now fetch those bunnies by the armfuI

-Says who?
-Says me

NapaIm makes them
slightIy more harmfuI

No one here goes near that door

This toyshop's going to w*r

TaImud says
'"Be sIow to anger'"

Low-down scammers got me seeing red

Got my TIE fighter out of the hangar

Jump back, Jack
'Cause I'm Jewish and I'm undead

Ten hut!

DreidI, dreidI
I made it out of bIasting cIay

You're nuts

And when it's dry and ready
For mercy they will pay

I can't wait eight nights or more

This zombie's going to w*r

Check, check it out
Kwanzabot in the NeptizzIe-hizzIe

With my inhuman b*at box
Busy building missiles

They're guided by these
cute dancing fairy figures

CarefuI, littIe eIf
That's proximity-triggered

I'm fighting back for Kwanza
So the children won't miss it

I'm confused about its meaning
But I know it when they dis it

-So, Santa
-Yeah, K?

-CZ?
-Hey, hey

Let's sIay them pimps
Come on, pimp my sIeigh

Easy with that toy a*tillery

Torgo's powder's deadIy but unstabIe

-Can they sue for liability?
-Certainly not!

Use as much as you are abIe

This bites

You signed away your rights
when you were hired

-Now, Iet's fight
-Let's fight

Okay!

Chestnuts roasting, I'm gonna open fire

Prepare for gore gaIore

This trinity's going to w*r

[BELL JINGLING]

Troops, you are now equipped

with the finest weapons
magical elves can build.

As for the battle plan...

And now, to present the battle plan,
Commander Zapp Brannigan!

What?

[AMY CHEERING]

At ease, people.

I was redecorating
my undisclosed location,

when I received word
of an heroic invasion.

Kif, crouch down and shield my thighs
from the cold, for God's sake.

[GROANING]

We fight this battle, not for ourselves,

but for our children
and our children's children.

Which is why I’m forming
a children's brigade.

Will the following youths
please step forward?

Cubert Farnsworth.

-Here, sir!
-My boy. Oh, God, no!

-Dwight Slim.
-Here.

You took his name? Oh, God, no!
In several ways!

Assuming the th pile of children
buys us a few seconds,

we will then execute maneuver .

Followed by maneuver .

-Forty-six.
-Oh, great.

Now I have to start back at the beginning
with maneuver two.

One.

AdmiraI, will we stop attacking
at any point

or is this one of those
phony-baloney feel-good wars

like the w*r on dr*gs?

-What's your name, smart mouth?
-Lars Fillmore.

The lovely Leela's
on-again, off-again paramour.

Perhaps a su1c1de mission would knock
the insubordination out of you.

Yes, yes, yes.

-We're approaching Earth, sir.
-Who?

Oh, planet Earth.
The big blue velour marble.

All commanders stand by.

Prepare to transfer battle control
to the main duper-computer on my mark!

ZAPP.: Ten, nine, eight...

[ZAPP AND KlF SCREAMING]

[GROANING]

Does anybody mind if I take command?

-No.
-Nos.

-Nah.
-Nope.

-No, Miss Turanga.
-No, I do not.

-No.
-It’s cool.

All right.
Unit one, acquire target A and fire!

Yes! Nailed the children's ship.

[ALL LAUGHING]

LEELA.: Unit , Target H, -K.
Niner, niner, go Ieft!

I mean right.

-U.

-R, -V.

-Bingo!
-Cheating son of a...

Whoa ! Whoa ! Whoa !

It’s hopeless!
I can't coordinate this many ships!

HERMES: Perhaps I can help!

Professor, can you wire my head
directly into the battle grid?

I can wire anything directly into anything.

I’m the professor!

Then prepare to see
a bureaucrat's brain in action.

[HUMMING FUTURAMA THEME]

Finally, I get to save the Earth
with deadly lasers

instead of deadly slide shows.

[EX CLAIMING]

He's champing for a clamping!

[MUSIC BOX TUNE TINKLING]

Kwa-zang!

[ALL CHEERING]

I did it!
I saved Earth and won back my woman.

-Right, woman?
-Oh, Hermes, I’ve been such a fool.

Truth be,
I married you for your sexy potato body,

but I’m staying with you
for your sexy potato head.

You haven't seen
the last of Barbados Slim !

Now, goodbye forever.

Nice att*ck, doo-doo heads.

Too bad we have one Iast trick
up our sIeeve.

I doubt that.

Remember this, Farnsworth?

Farnsworth? That's me!

[FARNSWORTH GASPING]

My doomsday device!

So it was the scammers!

They sawed off my hand
and stole the doomsday device.

lt wasn't them.

lt was me, Bender.

The master criminal!

So what'll it be?

-UnconditionaI surrender?
-Never!

-Or totaI destruction?
-Also never!

You have seconds.
Make up your minds.

[ECHOING] Never!

People, I’m sorry.

You've never before
heard me say those words,

or even the individual letters
that make them up.

But I am.
And with a huge amount of modesty,

I humbly beg your forgiveness.

[ALL GASPING]

Shut up and keep looking apologized to.

[HUMMING]

Uh-oh. I have a worrisome shriveling
sensation in my sprunjer.

[ALL SCREAMING]

-AMY: Yay! Bender!
-All right!

Bender, how the Hulk did you end up
with the doomsday device?

[CHUCKLING]

I was working the long con all along.

BENDER.: While sawing off the professor's
hand with an extremeIy dull saw,

I had some time to think.

So I asked myseIf,
'"Who couId use a doomsday device more?

'"The scammers or me, Bender?'"

After severaI minutes of sawing,
I knew the answer.

Me, Bender.

So I retrieved the dummy satcheI,

[GIGGLING]

and as soon as I was out
of the scammer's controI,

I pulled the oId switcheroo.

And that's how I saved Earth
and am the greatest.

Bender the robot, I’m proud to present you
Earth's highest award for swindling.

The Dirty Double-Cross.

I'll aIways treasure it
and immediateIy hock it.

[CROWD CHEERING]

There, your body's good as new.

Just pop in an executive suppository
every few...

[GASPING]

[SOBBING]

-What is it?
-Nothing.

It’s supposed to be a celebration, Leela.

I mean, come on.

Whimmy-wham-wham-whazle!

I can't help it. I was gonna be married.

I was so happy.

Well, maybe you'll meet
someone else someday.

No, you don't understand.

Lars is the only man I’ll ever love.

I know it in my heart.

[SOBBING]

You remember when we first met?

lt was right there in the cryogenic lab,
eight years ago today.

Meet me there in five minutes.
It’s important.

[BLOWING]

[MOANING]

Why are you so sad, Leelu?

Him again?

[GRUNTING]

Wait a second, are you two...

[MOANING]

Atanarjuat, Fufu, come here!
We have to set Leelu free.

Dang. I never should have quit
my job at the casino.

Me, neither.
But she needs what'll make her happy,

not what'll make me happy.

[GRUNTING]

[BOTH MOANING]

Goodbye, Leelu.

[SOBBING]

I don't much know about frozen heads,

but, of course,
if it's Mahatma Gandhi, I’ll...

-Leela?
-Lars?

I... I really have to go, I...

Fry, was this an idiotic trick
to get Lars and me back together?

Quite idiotic.

But you don't need to be an idiot
to see that you two belong together.

And, Leela,
I want what'll make you happy,

not what'll make me happy.

I’m sorry, I really am,
but Leela and I just can't be married.

Why not? You obviously love each other.
What are you, cousins?

Fry, you deserve to know the truth.
It’s because...

[BOTH EX CLAIMING]

Nobody move!

Nudar, how did you survive
the doom blast?

My doom-proof platinum vest absorbed
most of the radiation.

In retrospect,
I wish I’d been wearing doom-proof pants,

but you know us nudists.

-Now give me the time code!
-I don't have it!

-Nibbler heat-blasted it off my butt.
-Not you.

-You!
-Lars?

He doesn't have it. He never had it.
Fry had it!

But Nibbler heat-blasted it off my butt!
I want to stress that part.

My throbbing sprunjer says otherwise.
Now where is it?

I’m not afraid of you
or your expensive g*n.

-Go ahead and sh**t.
-Oh, yeah?

Then what if I k*ll the woman you love?

Don't you understand, numb-neck?
He doesn't love me!

I’ve always loved you.

Don't hurt her. I’ll give you the code.

-What the...
-Four, three, two, one,

boom !

[LAUGHING]

[EX CLAIMING]

Lars, no!

[EX CLAIMING]

[BENDER SCREAMING]

It’s enough just to know you're happy.

You, too.

[SNIFFLING]

It’s enough to know
you're happy with Lars.

Fry, old buddy! It’s me! Bender!

[EX CLAIMING]

My hair!

My larynx!

I’m Lars?

I’m Lars!

Wait for me, Leela !
I’ll be there in a thousand years.

[ CENTURYMAN PLAYING]

I'll save my bread
And take it with me

Shame you won't be there
To see me

Shaking hands
with Charles de Gaulle

You can freeze
Like a th-century man

So I got a job at the Head Museum

and waited for the wonderfuI day
when LeeIa wouId arrive.

Everything was perfect
until Hermes exploded at our wedding.

That's when I Iearned that,
as a time paradox duplicate,

I, too, was doomed.

I couIdn't put LeeIa through that.

So I called it off. I'm sorry, LeeIa.

[SNIFFLING]

I understand.

That concIudes
another silly-willy video will.

He was a good man, Leela.

Yeah, you were.

Well, I guess that wraps everything up
in a nice, paradox-free bow.

-Not quite, my wrinkly brother.
-Right on.

In order for any of this
to make any sense at all,

someone must make
one final trip back in time

to put the code
on Fry's ass in the first place.

Sounds like a job for me, Bender.

Zero, zero, one, one, zero, zero...

[RECITING TIME CODE QUICKLY]

Mission accomplished!

-You put the time code on my ass?
-Someone's ass.

Oh, and guess what?

I met all these really cool guys with
treasure down in the limestone cavern,

so I invited them to stick around

instead of coming up
when they were logically supposed to.

[WHIMPERING]

No! No!
Everyone out of the universe! Quick!

What's the worst that can happen?

[EX CLAIMING]

[EX CLAIMING]

[EX CLAIMING]

[EX CLAIMING]

Well, we're boned.

[FUTURAMA THEME PLAYING]

One, two
One, two, three

All rise
Attention

Twenty-four
I'm gonna get twenty four

I'm gonna get th century
on his ass

[MECHANICAL GRINDING]

[English SDH]