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3ACV02: Parasites Lost
- You're not going to eat a sandwich from a truck stop men's room, are you?
- Fry, please, that's sweet; but, I'd rather not even dignify them with an ass whooping.
- Can do!
- That's such a beautiful thought, Fry, and what's more amazing is that you expressed it without spewing crumbs at me.
- Urgh! It's that jerk from the truck stop. Let's cross the street and try to blend in with that crowd of pimps.
- I had a great time today: the flowers; the puddle; the way you hurt that guy.
- Fry, that's the sweetest, most wonderful... wait! Recently? Like, since you ate that toilet sandwich?
- So... did you ever stop to think that Fry is better off with worms?
- I'll think of something.
- Oooh! That's the corniest thing I've ever heard; let me show you the bedroom!
- A holophonor! Only a few people in the whole universe can play that, and they're not very good at it.
- [At the start: the sound of Fry and Leela kissing.] I don't have words to say how wonderful you are, Fry. I haven't felt this happy since Double-Soup Tuesday, at the Orphanarium.
- Oh, Fry, I love what you've become.
- [Leela snoring - then awakes when Fry enters.] Fry! I missed you, did you find out what you needed to find out?
- You don't have to do that, I'm still seduced from before.
- What's happened to you?
- What! Why would you do that?
- Well... which of you wrote me that sonnet?
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