Futurama
S2E7: A Head in the Polls
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You know, legally nothing I can do counts as sex anymore.
I apologize for his rudeness, ma'am.
He gets this way around meaty-looking women.
Hey, I remember you.
I was going to vote for you one time.
But voting isn't cool so I stayed home alone and got trashed on Listerine.
Frankly, I've never felt voting to be all that essential to the process.