Fry to Leela: It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. Then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns and also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?
Farnsworth: Good news everybody.
Bender: Uh-oh, I don't like the sound of that.
Farnsworth: You'll be making a delivery to the planet Trisol.
Bender: Here it comes.
Farnsworth: A mysterious world in the darkest depths of the Forbidden Zone.
Bender: Thank you and good night.
Leela: Uh, professor, are we even allowed in the Forbidden Zone?
Farnsworth: Why, of course. It's just a name. Like "The Death Zone" of "The Zone of No Return". All the zones have names like that in the Galaxy of Terror.
Leela: Oh, professor....
Farnsworth: Off you go. Pleasant trip.
Leela: I know you like cooking shows but you're a robot. You don't even have a sense of taste.
Bender: Honey, I wouldn't talk about taste if I was wearing a lime green tank top.
Fry: Uh, what is this?
Seller: Arh, it is x-ray eye. See through anything.
Fry: Wait a minute. This says "Z-ray".
Seller: "Z" is just as good. In fact, it's better. It's two more than "X".
Fry: Hmm, I can see where that could be in advantage. Do you take cash?
Leela: What's this spice for?
Seller: That's powdered swamp root. Makes you irresistible to the opposite sex.
Leela: Oh, that's ridiculous. [Whispering] I'll take two pounds.
Leela: Do you have any idea what the average length of their reigns was?
Fry: Uhhh... 80.000 years?
Leela: No, one week.
Fry: Damn, I knew you wouldn't have asked unless it was really high or really low.