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2ACV11: How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back
- We're playing poker, but I'm warning you my friends are serious players.
- Hermes, wait, we're having a poker party. Stay and whip off a batch of your famous jerk dip.
- But, you never wore your ring; I didn't know you had a wife.
- Don't do it Hermes, you have so much to live for!
- Fry got his head stuck in a crater. [Fry: "I thought it would fit."]
- What is this, high school! [Morgan Proctor: "Locker check!"]
- [Morgan Proctor: "And, for those six-and-a-half reasons, I am demoting Leela to co-pilot."] Co-pilot! Under who? [Morgan Proctor: "The auto-pilot."] That Drunk!
- Well, those arguments aside, we're still going.
- While you're crashing, could you tell us where all these cannisters end up?
- [Sighing.] We're getting nowhere, slowly. Here, I'll address this to the Central Filing Room, then we'll track it with my wristo-jackometer. [Wrist Communicator: "Cold.... Warmer.... Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!"]
- [Singing.] They said I probably shouldn't fly, with just one eye.
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