The Trial of the Farnsworths

  • Season 6 , Ep 625
  • 09/01/2011
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Having attained the existential singularity, a godlike Bender no longer cares about the problems of petty humans. (2:23)

Bender, what happened to you?

I'll try to put it in termsyou can comprehend.

I passedthe existential singularity.

Try harder!

I hacked myself inside-out,

and now the entire universeis my processor.

FRY:Whoa!

I definitely wantto hear about that,

but first, I need your help.

The Professor and Cubert arein trouble, and Leela left me.

I'm in misery!

I've grown far beyond the pettyconcerns of your world.

Every time I burp,a new galaxy is born.

(burping)

Two, if I've beeneating broccoli.

All existenceis just a chess game,

and I can see 50 moves ahead.

Human emotionno longer concerns me.

FRY:But-But Randy said...

Randy?! Have you beenhanging out with Randy?

Please, Bender. If everythingis a chess game for you,

you must know how to help me.

I'm sorry, Fry, but some gamesyou just can't win.

Cubert and the Professorare guilty.

The jury will voteto convict.

I can't change that.

Well, what about Leela?

Is there any hope things couldstill work out between us?

(chiming and trilling)

It's getting late.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I have some new heavy elementsto create.

Better cover your 'nads.

It may get a littlenon-Newtonian in here.

(whirring and popping)

Not only have the defendantsfailed to rebut the charges,

they have not even presentedany mitigating factors

to recommend leniency.

It strikes meas an extra-risky strategy.

Did you sayextra-crispy recipe?

You know I didn't.

Your Honor, if we could locateBender Rodriguez,

he would testify that myclients acted without malice.

No, he wouldn't.

Bender doesn't careabout us anymore.

(all gasping)

Someone used to careabout me? Hooray!

In that case, the jurywill begin its deliberations.

Bailiff, releasethe jury collies.

(barking)

I finally nailedFarnsworth.

Destroying the boyis just icing on the cake.

No one destroys a boylike you, Mother.

Thank you, yourepulsive disappointment.

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