Futurama: The Beast With A Billion Backs Page #3

to enjoy is extremely hot.

I don't know what to do, Leela.

Should I move in with Colleen

and her four other boyfriends?

What are you going to do?

Sleep in a big pile like hamsters?

No! It's not like that.

Everyone gets his own room

and a shelf in the refrigerator.

Take the deal, Fry!

If there's a delicious cake,

isn't it better to have one slice

than none at all?

Even if four other guys

eat the other four slices,

and they're all thrusting their

sweaty naked bodies against the cake?

Only one thing matters, Fry.

Do you really love Colleen,

like I love my little squeezle?

Yeah. I do love her.

Then things will work out.

Whoa!

Double espresso for Philip Fry?

Sorry, I'm not going on the mission.

I'm moving in with Colleen!

- Good for you, Fry.

- Oh, Fry!

I'll just take that to go.

- Welcome to your new home!

- Thanks, Colleen.

And listen, I'm sorry I got jealous before.

I'm just happy to be here with you.

Want a slice of delicious cake?

The anomaly!

It's so anomalous.

I'm feeling dread deep in my dreads!

Wernstrom!

Yes, and I'm afraid

I have disturbing news about the anomaly.

- You see...

- How did you get this number?

Hermes, hang up on him

in the rudest possible manner.

Yes, sir!

No, not the crack slam!

Oh, my life rocks.

I've got good wine, five sweethearts,

and today,

I was promoted to Chief of Police.

Here's to you.

- Me?

- No, Colleen.

- I'm making a romantic toast.

- Sorry.

You have the most beautiful eyes

I think I...

- Thank you.

- I'm not talking to you!

Then I am not talking to you, either.

Will everyone be quiet a little?

- I want to hear what he has to say!

- Thank you.

Not you, you Verstinkener.

You're just here 'cause she likes cave men

from the stupid ages.

Oh, look who's talking.

You're just here

'cause she got matzoh fever.

So, what's the explanation for you,

moron fever?

Enough! All of you!

I love you.

Most people in this world

don't have what we have.

Let's just be grateful, okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, you're right.

So, Colleen, you look really nice.

Oh, thanks. I got dressed up for my date.

There he is. Don't wait up!

That's it. I thought

I was okay with this, but I'm not.

I'm breaking up with you!

Me?

Why are we risking our lives?

Can't we just send in a robotic drone?

What's everybody looking at me for?

"Let's send a robot to explore it.

"'Cause you can always buy

another one for 20 bucks."

Really?

Well, it's 30 bucks,

and there's a $10-mail-in rebate.

When the League of Robots

hears about this, they won't be pleased.

Oh, you'll pay, my darlings.

The League of Robots

doesn't exist, tin mon.

It's just a cartoon for babies.

Oh, yeah?

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