Oh, man, you never heard such excuses.
But, like a dope, I believed her.
Looking back on it now, it's kinda funny.
It sure is. Right, Leela, funny?
Then one night when Fry asked me out,
the only excuse I could think of involved ghosts.
I knew he wouldn't buy it, so I did what I always do in those situations.
Oh, Lord! Come on, little Poppler.
Look, Leela, even if you heard one talk that doesn't mean it's intelligent.
I mean, parrots talk, and we eat them, right?
Yeah, maybe it just learned to talk as a parlor trick, like Fry.
Like Fry, like Fry.
There's one way, and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent-- Yeah, me too now.
Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter! Hey, batter, batter, batter!
Hey, batter, batter! Duck!
Take your base.
Please, lady! I want to live. Can I use bat to protect head? Ow!
Apparently not. Joey Clamps, Donnie B.
Hey, listen, Bender, we got a big score planned but, uh, we need some muscle.
A little of this, huh?
Ho-ho-ho! This guy's an ox.
He's got oxen-like strength.
Hey, he needs a nickname, right?
Let's call him "Clamps."
That's my name, you numskull!