S2E11: Lesser of Two Evils
The fruit of the robots' labor was this--
the stately 1992 LaToura.
Hey, my girlfriend had one of those.
Actually, it wasn't hers. It was her dad's.
Actually, she wasn't my girlfriend.
She just lived next door and never closed her curtains.
Fry, remember when I told you about always ending your stories a sentence earlier?