Bender fathers a child with the office soda machine
Hang on.It's too bright in here.
Call me old-fashioned,
but I like a little romancein an orgy.
Let me switch offthis weird light.
Fry, it's 2:00 a.m.
What are you doing hereglowing on my skanks?
Just sitting here turningquarters into urine.
We don't gotta put up with this.
We got Poli Sci degrees.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on.
I'll just politely escort himto the gutter.
All right, how we feelin'?
Hot. I could bake apotato in my cleavage.
Yeah, I need a seltzer.
(sighs) I'd be honored topurchase you some refreshment.
Uh, hey, drink machine,you got anything classy
for thesedelicate flowers?
I ain't makin' drinksfor no trashy robo-sluts.
Trashy? At leastI don't put out for quarters.
Hey. Stop that, drink machine.
Stop it, I say.
That's it,we're out of here.
Come on.We'll split a blintz.
Wait, give me a chanceto defend your honor.
And then sully iton the couch.
All right, I've been waiting allday for an excuse to hit a lady.
You try it,and I'll bash your face in.
Ooh, I'm so scared,No-Arms.
You want someof this?
after the first halfof me-- Bender.
That's my bastard!
(grunting and panting)
Bend it, Daddy!
Bend it like it called youpoo-poo-face!
It called me what?!
Yay! You bended itlike a"petzel."
Okay, now you.
I can't do it!