You and I will be reborn
In an age of things that hover
You and I will still be lovers
And we'll say to ourselves
That was then and this is, too
You'll still fly me to the moon
Although the moon to which you fly me
Could be Phobos or Deimos
Will make us think that was then
And 3010 is exactly the same as 1962
Don't expect any changes, my friend
That was then and this is, too
Wow, Mars Vegas.|Long live the eternal city.
Two, one, zero!
Rest in hell, Crapville!
Bathtubs size of oceans,|hookers size of bouncers.
Yo, you need any|girders bent, I know a guy.
So what's gonna|be over there, Dad?
That? That the oasis.
Future site of Oasis Hotel.
Okay. Let's hit him hard.
This land is your land|This land is my land
Who are you noisy women?
and we will not let you man-doze|this beautiful gyno-desert.
Well, I'm Leo Wong, and I say, "Boom. "
Hey, what happened to my femi-necklace?|And where's my mega-fem?
Is he badly hurt, Dr. Zoidberg?
I don't quite know how to say this.
Fry is dead!
Wait, not dead.|The other thing.
Now, hang on.|Before you do construction,
You mean, cursory|environmental survey?
Already done! By top scientist.
Oh, my, yes.|You've got the go-ahead, Mr. Wong.
No, it's not!
There's precious life|right here in this scum puddle.
Cyprinodon martius.|The desert muck leech.
Amazingly, the entire species|lives in this one tiny stinkhole.
Wait a second.
Leeches may not be|cuddly like pandas or tribbles,
Get off me!
I'll get it with my trusty foot cups:|Stompy and Smashy.
No, don't kill it! We have to...
There. They're not endangered anymore.|They're extinct.
No, they're not. I saved this one.
so the world will|forever know what it's lost.
No. I killed it.|It was the last of its kind.
Mother.|Let go of me, you...
Tell you what, Fry.|You all promise not to sue me,
He took it, you all saw it!
Maybe we did, maybe we didn't.|What's in it for me, Bender?
Okay, okay. Come back|when New Vegas opens,
I give you all free rooms,
All right, damn it, done!
All right, I scored.
Look out, Vegas, I've got a system.
You said it, Hermes.|He is pathetic, but lovable.
Yup. What? I said no such thing, man.
Fry, calm down and stop braining.
Yeah, Fry, maybe you need...
You're right, Amy!|Maybe I do need some fresh air.
You win, damn it!
It's all in the wrist.
Voices always yelling.
Who said that? I'm not insane.|Stop it. Stop talking in me!
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