So, Fry, Leela, how'd you two get together?
Funny story. I asked Leela out a million times,
but she just kept rejecting me.
I'd make up stuff like, "I have sweaty boot rash,"
or "I have to meet the president."
Oh, man, you never heard such excuses.
But, like a dope, I believed her. Saving a race of one-eyed monsters?
Who could object to that?
Cut to the chase, Preach.
Do you, Alcazar, take this woman...
Poorer, in sickness, to love, death, part?
Yeah, sure, I do. Come on-- faster!
Do you, Leela, copy and paste his response till death do you part?