Speak to me only in Science Fiction

No, I think I was dreaming about Sizzler. There was one a block from my house.

And the thermometer that day registered 91.9 degrees gloriously Fahrenheit.

It was a pleasure to burn.

If you take sexual advantage of her, you’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters. And people who talk at the theatre.

Don’t be coy with me, you are in no position. If only you had one eye in your head you could see what a delight I am, my face, my body, all my parts are a delight. An exquisite delight.

He gets a head wound in the war; lose an eye, headaches real bad sometimes; gets pretty testy when one coming on; you sees it, stay out of his way.

Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.

Well, far be it from you to admit there isn’t anything you can’t handle.

Everything was going great until the explosion.

I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available in every corner drugstore, but in 1955 it’s a little hard to come by.

This is why we’re here. Because this little gray rock sells for $20 million a kilo. That’s the only reason. This is what pays for the whole party, and it’s what pays for your science. Those savages are threatening our whole operation. We’re on the brink of war and you’re supposed to be finding me a diplomatic solution. So use what you’ve got, and get me some results.

I smell diplomacy.

I thought maybe I had a major head wound or something, but it turns out it was the smell. It’s been a while since I washed…anything.

Another day to live through. Better get started.

Wait! Don’t I get a choice? Don’t all the condemned get a choice?.. I Choose death!

The one called Zapp will be snu-snu’d by the large women; he that is designated Fry… will be snu-snu’d by the petite women. And Kiff, as the most attractive male, will be snu-snu’d by the most beautiful women of Amazonia, then the large women, then the petite women, then the large women again!

What’s that screaming? A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming…

The distress call was a trap.

But if you caught them, how would you hold them, if they can go through locked doors?

Then are you trying to tell me a fully sedated, fully restrained patient somehow slipped out that vent, replaced the grill behind him and is wriggling his way through the ventilation system?