God Knows Everything

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God Knows Everything

Where No Fan Has Gone Before

OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own!

Roswell That Ends Well

I don’t ‘need’ to drink. I can quit anytime I want! You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Yeah, and if you were the pope they’d be all, “Straighten your pope hat.” And “Put on your good vestments.” Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems.

  • Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
  • I never loved you.
  • I don’t want to be rescued.

Attack of the Killer App

I don’t ‘need’ to drink. I can quit anytime I want! Pansy. Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist!

Love’s Labors Lost in Space

That’s not soon enough! You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? You don’t know how to do any of those. Leela’s gonna kill me.

  1. Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful!
  2. Pansy.
  3. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
Brannigan, Begin Again

Actually, that’s still true. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! We don’t have a brig. Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.