Futurama

2ACV10: A Clone of my Own

• No Professor, it's a surprise party; for your hundred-and-fiftieth birthday.
• A precocious child, young Hubert learned to read while he was still in diapers; at age eight.
• [Farnsworth: "My life is over."] No, it isn't, you have another ten years left. [Fry: "Leela! He could live another hundred years."] No, he couldn't. When you turn a hundred-and-sixty, robots from the Sunset Squad take you to a mysterious planet, and you never return.
• Look, the Professor trusts me with a giant spaceship, he wouldn't trust the rest of you with his dentures.
• Wait, if he's your clone, why doesn't his nose look like yours?
• Why, you little!
• If the Smelloscope can pick up the Professor's odour, we may have a chance to save him.
• I'm zeroing in on him, [smelling] Ben Gay, [smelling] mothballs, [smelling] letters to the editor.... It's the Professor!
• OK, we'll them the Professor escaped and we're bringing him back. Fry, you'll have to dress up like a hundred-and-sixty year-old man.
• Your Medicare dollars at work.
• Uhhh! This is Professor Hubert Farnsworth, he escaped.
• Brace yourself for the worst.
• He's hooked up to a life support system. We have to disconnect him very, very, carefully, or the shock could kill him.
• We're probably gonna make it, but we might not!
• [Buzzer.] 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!"] Only the Professor knows how to fix it. We have to wake him up.
• We can't, you bastard! No one knows how it works, it's impossible!
• [Crew exclaims in shock.] It's a hundred times more horrible than anything I could imagine.