Futurama
S3E2: War is the H-Word
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Mind if we sit with you?
Uh, hey.
Why the hell would I? We're all guys here.
Sweaty, hairy, gassy guys.
Good point. I guess.
You're my kind of soldier, Lemon--
A foul-mouthed, barrel-chested, beer-belly pile of ugly muscle.