Bender: I believe that qualifies as ill. At least from a technical standpoint.
(talking to the Beastie Boys)
Fry: Wow. I love you guys. Back in the 20th century, I had all five of your albums.
Ad-Rock: That was a thousand years ago. Now we got seven.
Fry: Cool. Can I borrow the new ones? And a couple of blank tapes?
Bender: Hey! What kind of party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker.
Leela: Bender, why are you spending so much time in the bathroom? Are you jacking on in there?
Leela: Who would have thought Hell would actually exist? And that it would be in New Jersey.
Bender: Fry, of all the friends I’ve had, you’re the first.
Bender: Bite my shiny metal ass!
Robot Devil: This opera is as lousy as it is brilliant!
Professor Wernstrom: Sit. I said sit! Bad fish!
Leela: Impressive. They’re busting mad rhymes with an 80% success rate.