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3ACV14: Time Keeps On Slipping
- Those aren't swan boats, they're swans.
- Your face can take a lot of punishment, that's good to know.
- Alright, cool your jets, hotshot. [Fry: "Come on Leela, why won't you go out with me, we both know there's something there?"] No, I mean cool your jets, they're melting Bender's face. [Bender starts screaming.]
- Here you go, hot off the nebula.
- I don't know what you did, Fry, but once again you screwed up. Now all the planets are gonna to start cracking wise about our mommas.
- Fry, that's so sweet, let me see. [Goes and looks inside Fry's "shelter".] How exactly will this protect us from time jumps? [Fry: "'Cause when we're together in here, baby, time will stand still." {Time jumps and Fry has a black-eye.} "Owww!"]
- Dr Zoidberg, can I talk to you about Fry? [Dr Zoidberg: "Leela, I would be honoured."] [Time skips.] Does the worst W.C. Field imitation I've ever seen... Zoidberg! [Dr Zoidberg: "Sorry, you must have been boring me."]
- The thing is, Fry is very sweet, but he's so immature. I love his boyish charm, but I hate his childishness.
- Just a few... more... hundred... thousand... miles. There!
- Huhhh! Moderately priced, domestic, non-vintage champagne, how did you know? [Fry: "You deserve it. I mean, nobody ever stops to tell you what a great captain you are."] Awww... that is so true and sweet.
- Fry, please try to understand, you're a man, I'm a woman, we're just too different.
- Yeah, actually, you're doing OK. The core reactor temperature is nominal, the blinker's off.
- [Fry: "So, are we dating now?"] Uhhh! Is that what this is all about, please just cut it out, now.
- Fry, stop, I don't wanna hurt you, but there is absolutely, positively, no way that you and I will ever, ever.... [Time skips.] [Robot Preacher: "... Man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Fry kisses her, but she's reluctant.]
- You tricked me into marrying you, didn't you? [Fry: "Of course not!"] How did you do it: drugs in the champagne, hypnosis?
- Well, let's divide up the china. I guess I'll take the NFC helmets and you can have the AFC helmets.
- It's OK, Fry. You know, we'll always be friends, right? [Fry: "Yeah. But, I don't guess anything I could do will ever make you feel the same way about me that I do about you."] I guess not. [She kisses him on the cheek.]
- OK, let me just take the ship out to a safe distance.... Actually, I think I'll go down and prep the detonator. Fry, why don't you take the helm.
- Detonation, in three... two... one... [Fry: "NOOOOOO!" The device explodes.]
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