You're going to do his laundry?

Michelle, I don't regret this, but I both rue and lament it. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. Now Fry, it's been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?

Actually, that's still true. Oh God, what have I done? Ow, my spirit! Guess again. Hello Morbo, how's the family?

You're going to do his laundry? Fetal stemcells, aren't those controversial? Oh yeah, good luck with that. I just told you! You've killed me! It's a T. It goes "tuh".
I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Okay, I like a challenge. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Oh, but you can. But 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.

For example, if you killed your grandfather, you'd cease to exist! Kids don't turn rotten just from watching TV. She also liked to shut up! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as "the brig".

Ask her how her day was. Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. And I'm his friend Jesus. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? The key to victory is discipline, and that means a well made bed. You will practice until you can make your bed in your sleep.