I'm sorry, guys. I never meant to hurt you. Just to destroy everything you ever believed in. I can explain. It's very valuable. She also liked to shut up! I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!
Meh. Your best is an idiot! Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments." I suppose I could part with 'one' and still be feared…
Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who's gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet. I found what I need. And it's not friends, it's things. 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.
She also liked to shut up! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought "Why should I?" Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.
I found what I need. And it's not friends, it's things. Tell her she looks thin. So I really am important? How I feel when I'm drunk is correct? Oh God, what have I done? A true inspiration for the children. Bite my shiny metal ass.