- [Scene: Mildred's Living Room. She pours two drinks.]
- Mildred: [crying] Every little thing reminds me of Enos. [She looks at a picture of a mushroom cloud and cries some more.]
- Fry: Aw, I know how you feel. My grandfather died recently. [Mildred drinks.]
- Mildred: It's all so sad. At times like this, I just need someone to hold me. [She puts her arms around Fry.] Mmm. [sexfully] You like holding me, don't you?
- [Fry shakes and stands up.]
- Fry: Hey, you know what always cheers you up? Baking me a nice tray of sugar cookies!
- Mildred: How 'bout these cookies, sugar?
- [She rips her dress open. Fry jumps with shock and throws his glass across the room.]
- Fry: I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't even exist. But I do exist. Which proves ... you can't really be my grandm--
- [Mildred kisses him and they fall onto the couch.]
Fry: Hey, what smells like blue?
Farnsworth: Well, now everything is back as it was. And if history doesn't care that our degenerate friend Fry is his own grandfather, then who are we to judge?
Fry: But- but won't that change history?
Farnsworth: Oh, a lesson in not changing history from Mr. "I'm my own grandpa"!