Sing along fellas!

I never loved you. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid.
These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are. And until then, I can never die? We’re rescuing ya. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it.

Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! File not found.

You know, I was God once. Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Hello, little man. I will destroy you!