Futurama

SPACE.

IT SEEMS TO GO ON AND ON FOREVER

BUT THEN YOU GET TO THE END

AND A GORILLA STARTS THROWING BARRELS AT YOU.

AND THAT'S HOW YOU PLAY THE GAME.

YOU STINK, LOSER.

HEY, FRY!

PIZZA GOING OUT.

COME ON!

TSK, TSK, TSK.

MICHELLE, BABY, WHERE YOU GOING?

IT'S NOT WORKING OUT, FRY.

I PUT YOUR STUFF OUT ON THE SIDEWALK!

I HATE MY LIFE, I HATE MY LIFE, I HATE MY LIFE.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

HELLO! PIZZA DELIVERY!

FOR, UH...

"I.C. WIENER"?

OH, CRUD.

I ALWAYS THOUGHT BY THIS POINT IN MY LIFE

I'D BE THE ONE MAKING THE CRANK CALLS.

HERE'S TO ANOTHER LOUSY MILLENNIUM.

TEN!

NEUF!

OTTO!

SABAA!

EKSI!

WU!

CHAAR!

THATHU!

NI!

ONE!

WHAT TH--

WHEW.

MY GOD.

IT'S THE FUTURE.

MY PARENTS.

MY COWORKERS.

MY GIRLFRIEND.

I'LL NEVER SEE ANY OF THEM AGAIN.

YA-HOO!

WELCOME!

TO THE WORLD OF TOMORROW!

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO SAY IT THAT WAY?

HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF A LITTLE THING CALLED SHOWMANSHIP?

COME! YOUR DESTINY AWAITS!

HAVE A NICE FUTURE.

COOL. JUST LIKE IN STAR TREK.

OH!

GOOD AFTERNOON, SIR.

MMM...

NAME?

UH... FRY.

I'M LEELA. NOW, IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE

SO I'D LIKE TO DECIDE YOUR FATE QUICKLY AND GET OUT OF HERE.

CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?

AS LONG AS IT'S NOT ABOUT MY EYE.

UH...

IS IT ABOUT MY EYE?

SORT OF.

JUST ASK THE QUESTION.

WHAT'S WITH THE EYE?

I'M AN ALIEN, ALL RIGHT?

LET'S DROP THE SUBJECT.

COOL. AN ALIEN.

HAS YOUR RACE TAKEN OVER THE EARTH?

NO. I JUST WORK HERE.

WAIT A MINUTE.

IS THAT BLIMP ACCURATE?

YUP. IT'S DECEMBER 31, 2999.

MY GOD.

A MILLION YEARS.

I'M SURE THIS MUST BE VERY UPSETTING FOR YOU.

YOU KNOW, I GUESS IT SHOULD BE

BUT ACTUALLY I'M GLAD.

I HAD NOTHING TO LIVE FOR IN MY OLD LIFE.

I WAS BROKE, I HAD A HUMILIATING JOB

AND I WAS BEGINNING TO SUSPECT

MY GIRLFRIEND MIGHT BE CHEATING ON ME.

WELL, AT LEAST HERE YOU'LL BE TREATED WITH DIGNITY.

NOW, STRIP NAKED AND GET ON THE PROBULATOR.

OOH!

INTERESTING.

YOUR DNA TEST SHOWS ONE LIVING RELATIVE.

HE'S YOUR GREAT-GREAT- GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-

GREAT-GREAT-GREAT- GREAT-GREAT NEPHEW.

THAT'S GREAT. WHAT'S THE LITTLE GUY'S NAME?

PROFESSOR HUBERT FARNSWORTH.

EW.

YOU KNOW, I'M THE LUCKIEST GUY IN THE WHOLE FUTURE.

I'VE BEEN GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE

AND THIS TIME, I'M NOT GOING TO BE A TOTAL LOSER.

WHAT'S THAT?

YOUR PERMANENT CAREER ASSIGNMENT.

DELIVERY BOY?

NO! NOT AGAIN.

PLEASE, ANYTHING ELSE.

TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME.

YOU'VE BEEN ASSIGNED THE JOB YOU'RE BEST AT

JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.

WHAT IF I REFUSE?

- THEN YOU'LL BE FIRED. - FINE.

OUT OF A CANNON INTO THE SUN.

- BUT I DON'T LIKE BEING A DELIVERY BOY. - WELL, THAT'S TOUGH.

LOTS OF PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THEIR JOBS BUT WE DO THEM ANYWAY.

"YOU GOTTA DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO."

NOW HOLD OUT YOUR HAND.

I'M GOING TO IMPLANT YOUR CAREER CHIP.

IT'LL PERMANENTLY LABEL YOU AS A DELIVERY BOY.

KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME.

HOLD STILL, DAMN IT!

I DON'T HAVE GOOD DEPTH PERCEPTION.

YOU'VE GOT TO THE COUNT OF FIVE TO LET ME OUT OF HERE.

ONE...

SEE YOU IN A THOUSAND YEARS.

YOU OWE ME ONE.

WHOA.

RADIO CITY MUTANT HALL.

COOL.

UH, CROSS-TOWN EXPRESS.

WHOO-HOO!

YAAH...

WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO!

OOMP!

PFFT.

TOURIST.

HEY, A PHONE BOOTH.

I CAN CALL MY NEPHEW.

WHOA. A REAL-LIFE ROBOT.

OR IS THAT SOME KIND OF CHEESY NEW YEAR'S COSTUME?

BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS.

IT DOESN'T LOOK SO SHINY TO ME.

SHINIER THAN YOURS, MEAT BAG.

LISTEN, BUDDY, I'M IN A HURRY HERE.

LET'S TRY FOR A TWOFER.

PLEASE SELECT MODE OF DEATH:

"QUICK AND PAINLESS" OR "SLOW AND HORRIBLE."

YEAH, I'D LIKE TO PLACE A COLLECT CALL.

YOU HAVE SELECTED "SLOW AND HORRIBLE."

GREAT CHOICE.

BRING IT ON, BABY!

COME ON. COME ON! KILL ME ALREADY.

BY THE WAY, MY NAME'S BENDER.

HELP! WHAT'S HAPPENING?

YOU ARE NOW DEAD.

THANK YOU FOR USING STOP-AND-DROP--

AMERICA'S FAVORITE SUICIDE BOOTH SINCE 2008.

LOUSY, STINKING RIP-OFF.

WELL, I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE PLANNED FOR TODAY.

LET'S GO GET DRUNK.

TWO, THREE... HEY.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TOMORROW.

SHUT UP, TERRY.

THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE, LEELA.

YOU MUST FIND THIS MR. FRY AND INSTALL HIS CHIP.

LOOK, HE'S JUST A NOBODY

WHO DOESN'T WANT TO BE A DELIVERY BOY.

I'D REALLY RATHER NOT FORCE IT ON HIM.

WELL, THAT'S YOUR JOB WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT

AND IT'S MY JOB TO MAKE YOU DO YOUR JOB

WHETHER I LIKE IT OR NOT--

WHICH I DO... VERY MUCH.

NOW, GET TO WORK!

LIFE IS GOOD.

WHY WOULD A ROBOT NEED TO DRINK?

I DON'T NEED TO DRINK.

I CAN QUIT ANYTIME I WANT.

SO, THEY MADE YOU A DELIVERY BOY, HUH?

MAN, THAT'S AS BAD AS MY JOB.

REALLY? WHAT DO YOU DO, BENDER?

I'M A BENDER-- I BEND GIRDERS.

THAT'S ALL I'M PROGRAMMED TO DO.

YOU ANY GOOD AT IT?

YOU KIDDING? I WAS A STUD.

I COULD BEND A GIRDER TO ANY ANGLE.

30 DEGREES... 32 DEGREES...

YOU NAME IT.

31... BUT I COULDN'T GO ON LIVING

ONCE I FOUND OUT

WHAT THE GIRDERS WERE FOR.

WHAT?

SUICIDE BOOTHS.

WELL, FRY, IT WAS A PLEASURE MEETING YOU.

I'M GOING TO GO KILL MYSELF.

WAIT... YOU'RE THE ONLY FRIEND I HAVE.

YOU REALLY WANT A ROBOT FOR A FRIEND?

YEAH, EVER SINCE I WAS SIX.

WELL, OKAY.

BUT I DON'T WANT PEOPLE THINKING WE'RE ROBOSEXUALS

SO IF ANYONE ASKS, YOU'RE MY DE-BUGGER.

OH, NO, IT'S THE CYCLOPES.