A $300 tax rebate from the government prompts everyone to live out their aspirations.
though weak and womanlikeon the battlefield--
are mastersof the textile arts.
Taste like King Crab,by the way.
Crazy bugs actuallywove this tapestry
of my heroic conquest
while I was stillkilling them.
( sniffing )
What? It's not evenscratch-and-sniff?
But if rich peoplethink it's good, I'll buy it.
One art, please.
( laughing )
What a clever impersonationof a stupid poor person!
How much is that place matactually worth, Brannigan?
Exactly $1 billion.
Now that's walkin' around money.
NIXON ON BILL:What? Hey? ( howls )
( bell dings )
So I said to Kitty
the only way tokeep the butlerfrom running away
is to cut offhis foot.
Yes, it reminds meof a joke I heard
about uppermiddle-class people.
( coughing )
( sobbing ):I've never been sadat a party before.
I wonder if mymind is thinking
about Kif being in jail.
Jail's not so bad.
You can make sangriain the toilet.
Course, it's shankor be shanked.
Leela, are you there?
No.Oh, yes, you are.
I'm hereby inviting youand your oddball coworkers
to a special reception
to display the nationalsilk surplus.
I believe you know the heroicspace stallion who captured it.
Show them my medal, Kif.
( sighs ):He rented it withhis tax refund.
So, Leela, will youhave the pleasure?
What little there is to be had.
Tomorrow night at 8:00 then.
No cheap crack housesfor me no more.
Very good, sir.
Shall I prewarmsir's crack pipe?
( panting )
it was so romantic of youto rent this paddle plane
with your tax rebate.
We're like twodandelion seeds
wafting on the breeze.
( panting ):Yes. Seeds.
I almost feelkind of shallow
for blowing my rebate
on this cooltalking tattoo.
Hey, Gordon Gecko.
I cost as much as thiswhole crummy date.