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Leela : In my dream, Fry said he hid a gift for me in his locker... if it's true, then he *must* still exist in some form!
Professor Hubert Farnsworth : Of course he still exists... as a frozen corpse in outer space! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Huh!
[moans]
Professor Hubert Farnsworth : I made myself sad!
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[after seeing visions of Fry, despite his apparent death]
Leela : I'll find Fry's coffin, get his corpse, and keep it under my mattress to remind me that he's really dead. That'll prove I'm not insane!
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Leela : Are you saying I'm going crazy?
Professor Hubert Farnsworth : No, no, no one's saying that. But I'm certainly thinking it loudly.
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Philip J. Fry : I thought if you heard a familiar voice, it might help you wake up. But who knows if it really got through?
Leela : It got through, Fry. It got through.
[hugs Fry and then whispers]
Leela : You could really use a shower.
Philip J. Fry : [whispers] You, too.
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Leela : [laying on a table] Is this some kind of brain scanner, Professor?
Professor Hubert Farnsworth : Of a sort. In France they call it a guillotine.
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Philip J. Fry : [tearfully] Just wake up, Leela. Just wake up.
Leela : [wakes up] Fry?
Philip J. Fry : Leela! You're awake!
Leela : Of course I'm awake. You wouldn't stop waking me.
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Leela : [after the crew has succeeded on a dangerous mission] Burn on that old crew! The only things they did better than us were suck and die!
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Professor Hubert Farnsworth : Bad news, everyone: you're not good enough for your next mission.
Philip J. Fry : Yay! Not Good enough!
Bender : We live to suck another day.
Leela : Why? Says who?
Professor Hubert Farnsworth : Because! Says me! This job killed my last crew.
Leela : What's the mission?
Professor Hubert Farnsworth : Collecting honey, ordinary honey.
Leela : That doesn't sound so bad.
Professor Hubert Farnsworth : This is no ordinary honey!
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Leela : One spoonful to calm me down.
[Takes a spoonful of Space Honey, and drops on the couch, with her eye half-closed; sits back up loosely]
Leela : Okay... I got a pretty good calm going. Two spoonfuls to help me sleep.
[Takes a second spoonful and leans back against the couch]
Leela : Uh-oh, still awake... I guess one more spoonful couldn't hurt -
[as she reaches for the Space Honey, she knocks over the jar of Royal Jelly, spilling it all over the couch]
Leela : Oh, my gosh! I'd better get a sponge!
[the Royal Jelly is seen recombing and sliding up the couch to configure Fry's image; hysteric, Leela rubs her eye]
Leela : Fry? Is that you? I don't need a sponge!
Philip J. Fry : [Smacks his lips and opens his eyes; he moves his arm in front of him] Why am I sticky and naked...? Did I miss something fun?
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Leela : You call that a wound? That's a boo-boo, tops.