Aren't we forgeting the true meaning of Christmas? You know, the birth of Santa.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
I like my beer cold, my TV loud, and my homosexuals flaming.
I thought I had an appetite for destruction, but all I wanted was a club sandwich.
You've got to embrace the future. You can whine about it, but you've got to embrace it.
With 'Futurama,' I was just worried that somebody would beat us to it; it seemed so obvious that there should be an animated science fiction show set in the future. And one of the reasons why it's not, I learned, is that it's really, really difficult.