Fry, Leela and Professor Farnsworth must find a new source of dark matter.
That broad's insane!
But you're insansier,right?
Nah, I guess nots.
I've decideds to relaxand enjoy life from now ons.
(engine hissing,wiper squeaking)
(crowd cheering and applauding)
And Planet Expresstakes the trophy!
♪ Rocket ship. ♪
Now I'll use the magnet
to get the keysback in there.What?
You mean I cut a big holein him for nothing?
Don't worry, the professorwon't even remember
that he hasa spaceship.
(gasps)Ah, my precious spaceship.
Let's take her for a spinto the malt shop,
like old times.
Leela to Zoidberg.
Execute distractionprotocol alpha.
Look at me,look at me,
look at me, look at me-- Ooh!
Don't look at me.
Yes, she's a wonderfulship, all right.
As beautiful now
as the day I got botchedlaser eye surgery.
Now that's odd.
What's the fuel gaugedoing on the floor...
Great Godzilla's gonads!
Who wasted precious fuel?
Answer now, orbe punished!
All right, fine, I admit it.
You will be punished!
costs have tripled.
So we must reduce expenses.
Therefore, we willno longer provide
complimentary porno magazinesin the lounge.
And no more wasting fuel!
From now on,I'll be keeping a tight hold
on the keys to the ship,
swallowing thembefore I go to bed,
and "recovering" themthe next morning.
Oh, Professor,it's 4:00.
4:00 in the evening?
Then good night!
I don't carewhat the Professor says,
we're enteringthat demolition derby
to prove our shipisn't a piece of junk!
But won't that turn our shipinto a piece of junk?
Shut up, Zoidberg!
He's right, Leela.
But we have no choice!
Rednecks insulted us!So?
Let it go.
Don't let your temperget the better of...
(door sliding open)
Using this magneto,
I will now guide the keysup the thorax
and outvia the frontal face hole.
(snores and gags)
(coughing)That's the storage locker...
the other boat...
♪ Rocket ship ♪
♪ Rocket ship. ♪
MAN: Two, one.