Fry: “What’s so wonderful about Leela being normal? The rest of us aren’t normal, and that’s what makes us great. Like Dr. Zoidberg! He’s a weird monster who smells like he eats garbage, and does.”
Zoidberg: “Damn right!”
Fry: “And the professor’s a senile, amoral crackpot.”
Professor: “Ohhhea.”
Fry: “Hermes is a rastafarian accountant.”
Hermes: “Tally me banana!”
Fry: “Amy’s a klutz from Mars!”
Amy: (crash) “whoops!”
Professor: “And Fry, you’ve got that brain thing.”
Fry: “I already did! So Leela - do you wanna be like us, or do you wanna be like Adelai…with no severe mental or social problems whatsoever.”
Professor: “Phaser eye surgery is a capital idea! I’m sure Leela’s tired of morons gaping at her eye all the time.” (turns and looks at Leela’s eye) “WHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
ZOIDBERG: Oh, I can’t compete with these young studs. Every one of them is better-looking than me.
LEELA: Cheer up! At least you don’t smell as bad as them.
ZOIDBERG: Oh, you’re right! My stink glands are defective! cries
Bender: I was a hero to broken robots 'cause I was one of them. But how can I sing about being damaged if I’m not? That’s like Christina Aguilera singing in Spanish. Wait! That’s it! I’ll fake it!
Zoidberg: And that’s how I found my new shell. It looks the same as my old one, and I found it in the same dumpster, but this one had a live racoon in it.
Zoidberg licks his lips
Zoidberg: Pretty good story, huh Hermes?
Hermes: Stick to someone else ya crusty barnacle!
Fry: I knew it! Insane theories: one, regular theories: a billion.
Zoidberg: “No one will ever want to mate with me, not with a puny claw like this.” (holding up his claw) “Did you see those other guys? They looked like giant claws with bodies attached.”
Leela: “At least you didn’t smell as bad as them.”
Zoidberg: “You’re right! My stink gland <i>is</i> weak. Shmell!” (Holds Leela’s head to his armpit)