Futurama: Into the Wild Green Yonder Page #4

I shall annihilate...

I just wanted to|make my daddy proud.

Well, you didn't. I want you and|your junk moved out by Monday.

It's getting|pretty intense, folks.

Based on the state of|decomposition of Teller's head,

we're now in hour|19 of the tournament.

And the first bad deal|of the night for Bender.

Hey, pal, help me out here.|This is the worst possible hand, right?

I'm all in.

All in! I mean, fold. Whatever.

Well, Bender's luck just ran out.|No card can save him from elimination.

Oh, my gourds! He's dead.

21, winner!

I'm so full of luck,|it's shooting out like luck diarrhea.

Wake up, poker fans!

We're down to our final two players in|heads-up action for the Championship.

Your perspective, Teller?

All in.

But you didn't even|look at your cards!

Looking at one's cards is|a crutch for players who rely on skill.

Any day now, Fry. You in or out?

What's the matter, Fry,|you scared? Or just crazy?

All right, all in.

Yes! Four aces!

Ah-ah-ah.

Read 'em and weep,|and then tell me what they are.

Two kings. And with three on the board,|that gives Bender five kings.

- But how is that...|- I don't believe it.

Bender has just been|dealt the King of Beers,

a coaster from the bar that|somehow got mixed into the deck.

But it still counts!

Bender win the Championship!

That's some good money.

You did it, Bender.|You're the greatest.

Tell me something|I don't know, sweetass.

Now, let's boogie.

We'll be in Space Tahiti before|the Donbot knows what hit him.

Now I am suspicious.

Okay, we finished digging this|shallow grave. Can we go now?

Poor Bender left me one last voicemail

before the Robot Mafia|buried him in the desert.

Fry, old friend,|before I die, I just wanted to say...

Hang on, I'm getting another call. Hello?

Line up, people! Everyone take|a shovel and one sixth of the planet.

We'll meet back here in 50 years,|our bodies broken and our lives wasted.

And you say these are free shovels?

I'm back, baby.

Bender! I thought the|Robot Mafia killed you.

Nah, they just shot us and buried us|a few times as a warning.

Bender was so brave.

He never stopped making out with me|the whole time they were shooting us.

I sure didn't.

I gotta get back to my husband, baby.|Will I see you tonight?

Probably not.

It's a 14-footer with a clown hazard.|What club you recommend, Baggy?

As on every hole,|I suggest the putter.

Your golf club sure is classy,|Mr. Wong. Naked statue classy.

It is very nice.

I just wish Amy and I didn't have to|wear these sexist badges on our melons.

We're lucky even to play as guests, Leela.

Dad's club has a very|strict "No girls allowed" policy.

- That doesn't seem fair.|- It really is.

Everybody knows women|don't have the focus

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