Oh, I’m sorry. Oh, I could put the trash into a landfill where it’s going to stay for millions of years or I could burn it up and get a nice smokey smell in here and let that smoke go into the sky where it turns into stars.
That doesn’t sound right but I don’t know enough about stars to dispute it.
“Boys, were you in the Hills last night?”
“As you know, we weren’t“
“Much to our disgust.”
“There’s a little thing called knocking that you might want to explore.”
“On the kitchen door?”
The guys from Coasters are gonna be here any second.
And we're here. The guys from Coasters.
Uh, his eyes are up here. Doesn't anyone knock anymore?
Um, I don't knock on sheets 'cause they're soft, and they don't make a sound.
Start the ship, Leela! Let's just steal the dish and get back to our own time.
But won't that change history?
Oooh, a lesson in not changing history from "Mr. I'm-my-own-grandpa". Let's get the hell out of here already! Screw history!
“Ow?! Is that all you have to say after you let go?!
You weren’t supposed to fall off! You’ve ruined the show!”
“Well, maybe the sing-song teacher lady should climb the plant! Nugget did his best! Nugget wanted goo! Nugget’s claw is bad for climbing!”