Futurama

We're under attack. Evasive action.

We're not under attack.

I was trying to tilt my seat back,

and instead, the ship went into catastrophe mode.

Activating sprinklers.

Hellballs! The wires are all crossed!

Uh-oh! Can opener!

More Hellballs.

I'll get you, can opener, if it's the last thing I ever...

Do you hear something?

Sounds like a screaming coming across the sky.

Ah, that explains it. Should we check for survivors?

After a crash like that? What's the point?

Thank God the can opener had the presence of mind

-to cut an escape hole. -It's a hero.

I coulda bent us an escape hole.

But did anybody ask Bender?

No.

-Are you all right? -No, I'm not all right.

I was talking to the can opener.

What about you? Are you all right?

No, I was nearly smushed.

I was talking to the ship.

Poor Old Bessie! I'm afraid her time has come.

Why did it have to be her instead of me?

Hello? Gaping head wound.

There it is, the graveyard of ships.

The plasma sea at the bottom of the multiverse.

Mariners call it the Tropic of Ghosts.

They're pretty stupid, though.

-I'd hate to be here at night. -It is night.

Then I hate being here.

I built that ship with my own two hands,

as well as several hundred high-powered hydraulic hands.

Did I ever tell you about all the different lengths of wire I used?

Yes.

She saw us through lots of great adventures.

And a few mediocre ones.

Honestly, some of those three-part adventures were kind of sloppy.

We had a nice run, but nothing lasts forever.

Except me, apparently.

Hey, what are those shmierd currents under the surface?

Merely jet streams of alternate realities.

All that is, was, or might have been,

and a lot of other crap, too.

Alternate realities can bite my shiny metal ass.

Bender, show some ass respect.

Hi-ya!

Ha-ha! You missed!

Hi-ya!

Not in that reality.

My heartfelt symphonies.

Oh, Lord.

When a vessel so renowned

as the Planet Express ship is laid to rest,

it's only fitting that the DOOP's greatest hero

say a few words in tribute.

Or better yet, sing them.

Come on, Kif.

Thank you. Check out our SoundCloud.

I see by the clockometer,

there's still a few minutes before the scuttling charges

detonate and sink your ship forever.

So if you'd like to pay your final respects?

Yes. Let's view its spacely remains.

This ship was my first home when I came to the future.

I slept right here on this stained carpeting.

You're what stained it!

Remember this table? I had a meal there once.

How can you meatbags get so weepy about a ship? It's just a hunk of tin.

You're 40% tin!

And didn't you once have a torrid affair with this ship?

I have torrid affairs with lots of things, then I move on.

Bender don't look back,

'cause his neck joint don't turn that way.

Ooh! Snap.

So many memories.

Too many memories.

Eh, whatever. Let's go.

Move it along, Leela.

The explosives are set to go off in 15 minutes.

Wait, where's Fry?

How should I know? You're his mother.

Whoops, sorry. I meant 15 seconds.

What? Quick! We've got to find Fry.

Oh, no! Fry!

Come back! There's no time.

-Leela! -Amy!

Dr. Zoidberg.

So, this graveyard need a janitor?

Fry!

Leela? Why is me?

He's okay. His pulse is steady as an abalone.

What happened?

We were all on the ship when it sank. We nearly drowned trying to save you.

I swallowed a lot of quasi-neutral plasma.

Why didn't you come out sooner, you boob?

I had some kind of attack.

I started seeing flashes of things that happened.

Also things that didn't happen. Except it felt like they did happen.

Or will happen.

These things happen.

Or don't. Or will. Or... Let's just go.

Leela, you and I could have died on that ship.

-True so far. -But then we'd never have gotten...

Never have gotten what?

Tattoos with each other's names.

I already have one.

I used to date a different guy named Fry.

Then how come I've never seen it?

It's in a very out-of-the-way spot.

Someone's all duded up.

Bender, life can go in a lot of directions.

Up, left, community college.

But I know exactly which direction I want mine to go.

So tonight at sunset, I'm meeting Leela on top of the Vampire State Building.

I'm gonna ask her to marry me.

When I said "someone's all duded up," I meant me.

Check out the Rolex. I bent it off a guy I know.

By the way, you're late.

-Big night, Mr. Fry? -The biggest, Janös.

-I'm gonna ask Leela to marry me. -Leela?

Blergh!

My gosh, this is incredible.

I feel like I died and went to here!

But luckily, you didn't.

A toast.

-I... -What's the matter?

Nothing, I just felt strange, like we'd had champagne here before.

Janös has served many before you.

Their souls linger long after the champagne has been drunk.

Yeah, that's probably it.

Anyhow, Leela, I brought you here to ask you something.

Looky there.

- Uh-oh. -What is it?

This ring, the table, the plain white napkins!

I'm sure I've done this before.

Fry, I'd remember a ring like this.

Whoo!

Janös, you remember this happening, don't you?

It is the curse of my kind to remember everything.

I forgot your hors d'oeuvres.

It's like I'm having a dream, except I'm not having a dream.

It's more like watching a movie when I'm half asleep.

You're having an Avatar?

-Fry, what's wrong? -I don't know.

I'm seeing you, but I'm seeing other stuff too.

Me, you, plain white napkins!

Look out! The railing!

Janös, quick! Help me get him to a doctor!

He'd be a lot easier to handle if he had less blood.

Just saying.

Your head seems normal, aside from that weird face on the front.

So what happened this time?

It was just like on the ship.

I felt like everything's happened before,

even things that didn't happen yet.

-Does that make sense? -No, you're a terrible patient.

Could Fry be seeing some kind of alternate universe?

Or a time loop?

Nonsense!

Those things are completely possible and happen all the time.

But this sounds like a textbook case of déjà vu.

Déjà vu? I feel like I've heard of that before.

No wait, I'm thinking of De La Soul.

You have all the symptoms.

The feeling you're experiencing something that's already happened?

That's all the symptoms.

It's not déjà vu!

I'm sure the things I'm seeing are real, somehow.

You don't think I'm crazy, do you, Leela?

I don't know what to think.

I love you so much.

And all I ever wanted to do is marry you.

But first, I need to understand what's happening to me.

I'm not going anywhere.

No one's not going anywhere. Because everyone's going to the hangar,

to see the new ship I just completed.

Okay, already. We see it.

Pretty cool, eh?

It's got cutting-edge artificial intelligence.

And to provide its speech,

I hired the world's greatest voice actor, Tress LaMarche.

Hi, there.

It's even got a new cloaking device I invented.