Futurama

S2E16: The Deep South

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I miss me wife and me oxygen. Yes, we all miss our loved ones and gases. Come on, Fry. Wait. I'm not going with you. But, Fry, what about us? What about your life on the surface? You don't belong down here. She's right. I mean, sure, they got the Braves but it's a third-rate symphony.