Futurama: Bender's Big Score (2007 Video)

John DiMaggio: Bender Rodriguez, Barbados Slim, Robot Santa, Mr. Panucci, Elzar, Sal, Constantine, Curly Joe

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Quotes 

• Professor Farnsworth : Yes? I see.

  [hangs up phone] 

  Professor Farnsworth : Good news, everyone! Those asinine morons who canceled us were themselves fired for incompetence.

  [the crew cheers] 

  Professor Farnsworth : And not just fired, but beaten up, too... and pretty badly.

  [the crew cheers doubtfully] 

  Professor Farnsworth : In fact, most of them died from their injuries.

  [the crew remains silent while Bender laughs evilly] 

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

  Fry : Why?

  Professor Farnsworth : Oh, it's got a million and one uses.

  [Takes some Torgo's Powder and sprinkles it in his pants] 

  Professor Farnsworth : Aw, that soothes the fire.

  Leela : [referring to both the numerous air conditioners and the admirers of Futurama]  So what does this mean for us and our many fans?

  Professor Farnsworth : It means we're back on the air!

  [the crew is still silent] 

  Professor Farnsworth : Yes, flying on the air in our mighty spaceship!

  [the crew cheers wildly] 

  Bender : We're back, baby!

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

• [last lines] 

  Bender : Well, we're boned.

• Bender : You know its funny...

  Fry : What?

  Bender : Your wiener! haha

• Bender : Not so neutral now, are you, Sweden?

• Nudar : You, Booger-Bot, read the code or I'll shoot this guy!

  Bender : Who the hell is he?

  Scruffy : I'm Scruffy... the janitor.

  Bender : Hang on, Scruffy!

• Amy Wong : Ahh, don't blame yourself, Bender.

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

  Amy Wong : Us? How could you possibly blame us?

  Bender : It ain't easy. It just proves how great I am.

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

  Bender : We could sing.

  Professor Farnsworth : I'd rather kill myself.

  Amy Wong : Why not do both?

  Professor Farnsworth : Oh, very well.

• [everyone is huddled in a giant rock igloo on Neptune after the scammer aliens have taken over the Earth] 

  Bender : Rrrrr... it's so cold, my processor is running at peak efficiency!

  Leela : What are you, a whining machine? If you want to worry about something, worry about the Yetis.

  Zoidberg : Jedis?

  [a chorus of howling Yetis is heard from a distance] 

  Zoidberg : Oh... YETIS!

  Professor Farnsworth : Amy - you speak Yeti - what are they saying?

  Amy Wong : I'm not sure, but it sounds like something to do with... assaulting the interlopers!

  [a trio of giant Yetis smashes through the side of the rock igloo; everyone screams and scatters while Leela runs towards them] 

  Leela : Yeee-ah! Don't mess with me you ice-crapping snow honkys. I just got dumped!

  [the Yetis flee in terror as Leela chases after them with a primitive spear] 

  Hermes Conrad : Sweet Yeti of the Serengeti! She's gone crazy Eddie in the heady!

• Barbados Slim : You haven't seen the last of Barbados Slim! Now goodbye forever!

• Leela : [Bender returns from time travel and steals...]  The Mona Lisa!

  Bender : Sorry, it's not quite finished.

  Shlump : Da Vinci give you any trouble?

  Bender : Let's just say he might not make it to "The Last Supper".

• Bender : [Bender falls out of sky, get's up, looks around]  Awww, I lost him, people will call me a failure.

  Bender : [notices Fry in the upstairs window of Panucci's Pizza]  Others however will call me the World's Sexiest Killing Machine, that's fun at parties.

• Bender : [entering a cab, driven by Al Gore]  Follow that guy. Ther's an extra hundred in it for you, if you follow him that close that you run him over.

• Barbados Slim : Cruel runnings, man. Hahahaha!

• [Bender's time paradox duplicate prepares to terminate Fry] 

  Bender : Hasta la vista, meatbag!

• Bender : Here's your Guttenberg Bible, masters, plus the Colonel's secret recipe: "Chicken, grease, salt".

• Bender : Sweet photons. I don't know if you're waves or particles, but you go down smooth.

• Bender : [the Professor displays an equaution]  What do ya got there, numbers?

• Bender : I accept this Nobel Peace Prize not just for myself, but for crime robots everywhere. Skoal!