Fry makes a deal with the Robot Devil in order to master the holophone and show his love for Leela.
( ethereal, echoing, alto sax-type riffs )
Is it part of the opera?
Leela!You shouldn't be listening.
I don't want you to hear ittill it's done.
But it's so beautiful.
So is a peacock
but you don't eat ituntil it's cooked.
This has to be perfect.
I want you to hearexactly what I hear
when I think about you.
Oh, Fry, all this timeyou've had this incredible gift
and I never knew.
I've been a fool--a fully justified, prudent fool.
( screeches )
They're so cold!
ROBOT DEVIL:And yet Hell is so hot!
( fiendish laughter )
Can I havemy hands back now?
You're not nice!
( tuneless humming )
Ah, Bender,this is a surprise...
for you, finding mein the refrigerator.
True, but at leastI don't have thehiccups anymore.
Oh, well, it so happens
I'm in the moodto make a deal with you.
Forget it; youcan't tempt me.
There's nothing you want?
Hmm. I forgot you could tempt mewith things I want.
Well, I supposeI've always wondered
what it would be liketo be more annoying.
( laughing ):Oh...
And all I ask in returnis your hands
to replace these bony hot dogs.
Grabby and Squeezy?
Never. I love these guys.
Oh! Well, is there anything elseyou would part with?
No, nothing;ain't going to happen.
Yes! With this built-instadium air horn
I can really annoy people
and all it cost mewas my crotch plate.
( band plays "Welcome to Robot Hell" )
( groans )
You hit a sour note about200 years back, Doug!
Let's take itfrom the top.
( grunting )
Ah, Bender, Fry!
You've come back for moreeternal damnation.
No, this isn'ta religious visit.
Fry just wants holophonorlessons.
Yep. I need to getreally good without practicing.
( fiendish laughter )
Hell is fullof 10-year-olds
who wanted exactlythe same thing!
Trouble is, you havewhat my old music teacher
Mrs. Mellinger,calls "Stupid Fingers."
With hands like that
you'll be luckyto master a belt buckle.
Now, wouldn't it be niceif you had a pair of robot hands
to replace them?
Fry, you smelly idiot!
I think he's willingto make some kind
of a deal withthe Devil with you.
He-He is? Great!
Wait-- what's the catch?
I'll merely picka robot at random
from somewherein the universe--
probably oneyou've never even met--
and then I'llremove his hands
and switch themfor yours.
It's just the sort of guy I am.
What do you say?
Um, I don't know.
It doesn't seementirely moral to...
Fry, if you don'ttake this offerright now
I will lose all respectfor you and punch you.
( fiendish chuckle )
Well... all right.
You're sure Iprobably won't know him?
Just signthis contract...
And here we go!
( cackling )
I got a hundred buckson Rectal-Exam-Bot!