Futurama

2ACV15: The Problem With Popplers

• Great, we're two days from Earth, with no food!
• Well, it's a type M planet, so it should, at least, have roddenberries.
• No, only what we need; stuff the ship!
• [Mouth full, due to eating Popplers.] Roger. [Eating noises.]
• [Sounds of disgust.] We can't call them that. [Bender: "Why not?"] It sounds too much like those frozen Rocky Mountain oysters on a stick. You know: Testsicles.
• [Crashing into the billboard. Fry: "Leela! That's the second billboard you've crashed into, this week."] Sorry, I was distracted by those protesters outside our building.
• You're vegetarians, who cares what you do. [Free Waterfall Jnr: "Shut-up!"] Animals eat other animals, it's nature.
• I'll go get some more bricks.
• Fry, I wish you'd throw out these week-old popplers, they're getting big and scaly. Oooh, there's one left. [Baby poppler: "Mama!"] HUUHHH!
• Stop! Stop eating popplers. [General exclamations from crew. Amy: "Why?" Bender: "My Booze!"] Popplers are intelligent; this one called me "Mama".
• I'm telling you it spoke to me. Come on little poppler, say "Mama".
• Stop eating Popplers, they can talk.
• [Free Waterfall Jnr, repeatedly interjecting: "Shut-up!"] That's not true! I have one here that can talk. [Free Waterfall Jnr, interjecting: "Shut-up!"] Come on, say Mama. [Young poppler: "Kaka!"] [Linda: "OK, we'll have to bleep that."] Look, I'm not saying eating meat is wrong. [Free Waterfall Jnr: "Shut-up!"] I don't think anyone's here to make that claim. [Free Waterfall Jnr: "I am!" Then, while she continues, repeatedly interjecting: "Shut-up!"] But eating an intelligent animal is different.
• This is all a big load. I was the one trying to save the popplers. You were sucking them down, like the fat hog you are, and you were stepping on them for fun. [Pausing then sulking] You both should be in here, instead of me.
• Oh, great, Captain Moron has a plan! Why don't you tell it to Wingus and Dingus, here!
• It doesn't look anything like me; the hair's all wrong.
• You know, this might actually work. The Omicronians seem to have trouble telling one person from another.
• Go consummate yourself!
• Please! I just paid off my car!
• Thank you, Jrrr. [Kisses Jrrr.] I hope you'll always think of me as your mom. [Jrrr: "When my species grows up, we eat our moms."] [Exclamation.]
• Ahhh... thanks guys. Pass the veal, please.