War Is the H-Word
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. Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There's only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Look, last night was a mistake. I don't want to be rescued. Well, let's just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!
All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit... that's why I'm transferring to business school! I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! You won't have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you'll be doing. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! Well, let's just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it.
A Taste of Freedom
Actually, that's still true. But I've never been to the moon! Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat.