Futurama (TV Series)

A Clone of My Own (2000)

Katey Sagal: Turanga Leela

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Quotes 

• Robot Doorman #1 : Halt! Identify this guest.

  Leela : This is Hubert Farnsworth. He escaped.

  Robot Doorman #1 : Escaped? No one escapes!

  Robot Doorman #2 : This guest does not look 160-years old.

  Fry : What? I'm old. Listen. Hey, you kids! Get off my lawn!

  Robot Doorman #1 : Hmm, it is true old people are often concerned that there are children in their lawn.

  Robot Doorman #2 : There is no denying that, but we'll still need to verify his identity with a DNA sample.

  Bender : [presents the guard with a large jar of blood]  Got a hot, steaming batch right here.

  Robot Doorman #2 : We only needed one cell.

  Bender : Ah, keep the change, buddy.

• [trying to wake up an unconscious professor Farnsworth] 

  Leela : Try shocking him.

  Bender : Your social security check's bounced. Stuff cost more than it used to. Young people use curse words.

  Fry : Damn it.

• Professor Hubert Farnsworth : Good news, everyone! The university is bringing me on disciplinary charges. Wait - that's not good news at all.

  Leela : Whatever you did, professor, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation.

  Professor Hubert Farnsworth : Yes, but they won't listen! Everybody's always in favor of saving Hitler's brain. But when you put it in the body of a great white shark - uuuh, suddenly you've gone too far.

• Fry : So this is where they stick old people. It's horrific!

  Leela : At least it keeps them from driving.

• Cubert J. Farnsworth : And why does our captain have only one eye? There's someone I'd like you to meet. His name is depth perception.

  Leela : Why you little...

  [swings at Cubert and misses] 

  Cubert J. Farnsworth : Ooh, that hurt... the air!

• Leela : Look, the professor trusts me to fly a giant spaceship. He wouldn't trust the rest of you to take care of his dentures.

  Amy Wong : [wearing the professor's dentures]  Yes, he would.

• Leela : They've blown out one of our engines!

  Fry : Fix it, fix it, fix it, fix it, fix it, fix it... fix it, fix it, fix it!

• Leela : After fourteen years of graduate school, Professor Farnsworth settled into the glamorous life of a scientist. Fast cars, hot nightclubs, beautiful women... the professor designed them all, working out of his tiny, one-bedroom apartment.

• Leela : Okay, we'll tell them the professor escaped and we're bringing him back. Fry, you'll have to dress up like a 160-year-old.

  Fry : I'm on it.

  [lifts up his pants and acts old and frail] 

  Cubert J. Farnsworth : My God, the illusion is so perfect. I almost forgot I was looking at an idiot!

  Leela : Now they may ask for a DNA sample.

  Fry : [hikes up his pants higher]  I'd like to see them find it.

• Leela : If the Smellescope can pick up the Professor's odour, we may have a chance to save him.

  Cubert J. Farnsworth : [Scoffs and snorts]  I think not. As you probably already DON'T know, odours are made up of particles that can't travel through the vacuum of space.

  [Bender electrocutes him and he screams] 

  Leela : I'm zeroing in on him.

  [Sniffs] 

  Leela : BENGAY... mothballs...

  [Sniffs again] 

  Leela : ... letters to the editor! It's the Professor!