FUTURAMA
Episode 106
"A FISHFUL OF DOLLARS"
By
Patric M. Verrone
Transcribed by Dave, The Neutral Planet
[Fry's Bedroom. Fry is awoken by squeaking bed springs from the
apartment next door. He growls.]
FRY
I can't take it anymore! They've been
at it for hours! (shouting) Give it
a rest, you two!
[Cut to: Next Door Apartment. The robots next door are sat playing
poker. They have springy bodies which are constantly squeaking.
One of the robots oils his springs.]
ROBOT
(shouting) Sorry!
[Opening Credits. Caption: Loading...]
[Fry's Bedroom. Fry is asleep.]
[Fade to: Fry's Dream. He is in a packed lecture hall. An old
teacher stands at the front of the room. She wears frosted half-moon
glasses and has grey hair.]
TEACHER
Good morning, class. I trust you've
all prepared for today's final exam.
FRY
Uh, excuse me? I missed a few lectures.
Uh, what subject is this?
TEACHER
Ancient Egyptian algebra.
[She points to the blackboard, revealing it is filled with Egyptian
hieroglyphs. Fry gasps.]
FRY
What a nightmare!
TEACHER
Mister Fry, are those your underpants?
Young man, I think it's time you learned
a lesson about Lightspeed brand briefs.
[She pulls down a poster showing the briefs.]
ANNOUNCER
(voice-over) Lightspeed fits today's
active lifestyle. Whether you're on
the job......or having fun... Lightspeed
briefs. Style and comfort for the discriminating
crotch.
[Like an advertisement, a pair of lightspeeds appear in front
of a flashing background.]
[Cut to: Fry's Bedroom. The dream ends and Fry suddenly wakes
up.]
FRY
What a weird dream! I'll never get back
to sleep.
[He falls asleep instantly.]
[Planet Express: Lounge. The crew are sat around the table.]
FRY
So you're telling me they broadcast
commercials into people's dreams?
LEELA
Of course.
FRY
But, how is that possible?
FARNSWORTH
It's very simple. The ad gets into your
brain just like this liquid gets into
this egg. Although in reality it's
not liquid, but gamma radiation.
FRY
That's awful. It's like brainwashing.
[Leela wipes the yolk from her hair.]
LEELA
Didn't you have ads in the 20th century?
FRY
Well, sure, but not in our dreams. Only
on TV and radio. And in magazines and
movies and at ball games and on buses
and milk cartons and t-shirts and written
in the sky. But not in dreams. No siree!
BENDER
Quit squawking, flesh wad, nobody's
forcing you to buy anything.
AMY
Yeah. I mean we all have commercials
in our dreams but you don't see us running
off to buy brand name merchandise at
low, low prices.
[After a long silence they get up and run out.]
[Alien Overlord & Taylor. A department store. Enter the Planet
Express staff who are immediately preyed on by a saleswoman at
the cosmetics stand.]
SALESWOMAN
Hi! Care to sample the latest fragrance
from Calvin Clone?
AMY
No thanks.
[The saleswoman sprays her. Amy curses in Chinese and walks away
rubbing her eyes.]
SALESWOMAN
And you, sir?
BENDER
No thanks I --
[The saleswoman sprays him. Bender sprays her back with oil,
covering her face. She coughs and splutters.]
[Time Lapse. Leela is sat on a chair at the cosmetics stand.
A cosmetologist brushes away her fringe.]
COSMETOLOGIST
What a lovely face. We just need to
draw attention away from the eye area.
[She zaps Leela with something and then holds up a mirror. Leela
sees her reflection and sighs. The woman has plastered her face
in lipstick so she looks like a clown. In the menswear department
Fry picks up a box of the briefs.]
FRY
Cool. Can I try these on before I buy
them?
SALESMAN
I'm afraid I can't let you open the
package. But you can try on the demo
pair.
[He pulls out a pair of smelly underpants and sprays them with
deodorant.]
[Fitting Room. Fry puts the briefs and is impressed.]
FRY
: Ooh! Ho ho ho!
[He sees his reflection in the mirror - a muscled man surrounded
by women. Then he sees the notice: Objects In The Mirror Are
Less Attractive Than They Appear and sighs.]
[Alien Overlord & Taylor. In the robot accessories department,
Bender, wearing a green sweater, picks up a few cans of Mom's
Old Fashion Robot Oil from a pile and hides them under the sweater.]
AMY
Hey, Bender! Great new sweater.
BENDER
New? What sweater? I came in with it.
I don't know you people!
[He walks off. A hovering CCTV camera follows him. Back in the
menswear department, Fry is buying the Lightspeeds.]
SALESMAN
$30, please.
FRY
$30? I can't afford that. Unless...
Do you take Visa?
SALESMAN
Visa hasn't existed for 500 years.
FRY
American Express?
SALESMAN
600 years.
FRY
Discover card?
SALESMAN
Sorry we don't take Discover.
[Amy, Leela, Zoidberg and Bender walk up behind him.]
AMY
Hey! You're springing for Lightspeed?
Pretty ritzy!
FRY
No, I can't afford them. Being poor
sucks. What kind of world is this where
they advertise things not everybody
can afford?
AMY
Quiet. There's an ad coming on.
[On the screens an old woman, the same woman from on the tins
of oil - Mom - sits in a chair knitting. She is wearing a huge
green dress and an apron around her front. Behind her on the
wall is a picture of three men dressed in the same grey clothes.]
MOM
Hello shoppers. It's me, Mom!
FRY
Hey who's the rocker jockey?
AMY
Guh! It's Mom. The world's most huggable
industrialist.
MOM
Call me old fashioned, but when my
robot starts to squeak like an old screen
door well, that's when I reach for a
can of Mom's Old Fashioned Robot Oil.
BENDER
Mmm, tasty!
MOM
And remember: Mom's oil is made with
10% more love than the next leading
brand!
[She smiles.]
ANNOUNCER
"Mom", "love" and "screen door" are
registered trademarks of Mom Corp.
[The tins under Bender's sweater squeak.]
FRY
Hey, Bender. Sounds like you could use
a little of that oil.
[Some tins fall out of Bender's sweater. Seven hovering CCTV
cameras surround him. He looks up at them.]
BENDER
I'm boned.
SMITTY
Freeze scuzzbot!
BENDER
Uh, there's obviously been some sort
of a mistake here. I'm sure there's......I
say I'm sure there's......that is, I'm
sure there's...a very...reasonable...
[And some more.]
[Outside New New York Police Department. On a sign outside is
Ask About Our Generous Brutality Settlements.]
[Cut to: New New York Police Department. At the front desk Fry
counts some money.]
AMY
Do we have enough money to pay Bender's
fine?
FRY
78, 79. 79.50. Crud! We're 50 cents
short.
LEELA
I'd love to chip in, but Bender stole
my wallet.
[Fry sees something through a window, a building called Big Apple
Bank.]
FRY
Hey, that's my old bank. Maybe my account's
still open.
[Big Apple Bank. Fry steps forward to the desk and has a retina
scanned.]
TELLER
Hmm. We don't seem to have your retina
scan, your fingerprint or your colonic
map on file.
FRY
Yeah, well, I did open the account over
a thousand years ago. What about my
ATM card?
[The teller pulls out an old ATM machine from under the desk
and blows the dust off it.]
TELLER
Do you still remember your PIN number?
FRY
Sure! It's the price of a cheese pizza
and a large soda back where I used to
work, Panucci's Pizza.
TELLER
OK, you had a balance of 93 cents...
[Fry looks at Amy and Leela.]
FRY
Alright!
TELLER
...and at an average of 2 and a quarter
percent over a period of 1000 years,
that comes to...$4.3 billion.
[Fry stares for a moment and suddenly starts hyperventilating
and foaming at the mouth. Then he faints.]
[Planet Express: Lounge. The crew are gathered in celebration,
wearing top hats and drinking champagne.]
HERMES
To Fry.
AMY
Cheers!
[They raise their glasses.]
LEELA
I know Fry's rich, but do we really
have to wear these top hats?
BENDER
Maybe you don't understand just how
rich he is. In fact, I think I'd better
put on a monocle.
[And he does.]
[Le Spa. Fry lives the high life. At Le Spa Fry and Leela get
a relaxing massage and Bender gets a buffing.]
[Famous-Painting-Shooting. Next, Fry and Leela walk down a corridor
past many famous paintings. Fry stops at the Mona Lisa, points
to it and buys it. The corridor is just a wall in the open countryside
with paintings hanging on it. A man loads the painting into a
catapult and fires it. Fry, Bender and Leela raise their lasers
and shoot it, blasting it to pieces.]
[Original Cosmic Ray's Pizza. The Planet Express staff are gathered
around a table for lunch.]
FRY
Pizza dinner on me! Just keep the tab
under $50 million.
ROBOT CHEF
Yo! I haven't got all day. What kind
of pizza yous guys want?
FRY
Uh, yeah. We'll have one with everything
but anchovies and one with my all time
favourite topping, anchovies!
ROBOT CHEF
(mechanical voice) Invalid selection.
(normal voice) Yo, what are you talking
about?
FRY
Anchovies? You know? Those little headless
fish?
ROBOT CHEF
(mechanical voice) Does not compute.
Does not compute.
[His head explodes.]
FARNSWORTH
I'm sorry, Fry, but the anchovy has
been extinct since the 2200's.
FRY
What?!
FARNSWORTH
Oh, my, yes. Fished to death. Just about
the time your people arrived on Earth
wasn't it, Zoidberg?
ZOIDBERG
(defensively) I'm not on trial here.
FRY
So none of you has ever had anchovies?
Oh, man! You don't know what you're
missing. They were all salty and oily
and they melted in your mouth and --
ZOIDBERG
Stop! Stop! I admit it! My people ate
them all! We kept saying "One more can't
hurt" and then they were gone. We're
sorry!
[He holds his claws to his head and hangs it in shame. Fry sighs.]
FRY
I just wished I could've showed you
guys how great they were. I may be rich
but I still can't buy back all the things
I miss from the 20th century.
BENDER
Maybe you're forgetting just how rich
you are. Huh? Huh?
[Outside Historic 20th Century Apartments. A banner outside advertises
"With Original Asbestos". On the steps Fry shakes hands with
the landlord and moves in.]
[Historic 20th Century Apartment. Amy, Bender and Leela are already
in there. Amy picks up the telephone is puzzlement and puts the
receiver over her eyes. Enter Fry.]
FRY
So? What do you think?
LEELA
I know you spent a lot of money on this
place, Fry, but it's awfully primitive.
The floors are made of such hard wood.
BENDER
Hey! Get a load of this pathetic 20th
century TV!
FRY
What's wrong with it?
BENDER
Well, aside from causing eye cancer,
these things had a lousy low-definition
picture.
AMY
That's true. On a TV like this I bet
you couldn't even make out my obscene
tattoo.
[She rolls her sleeve up to reveal her obscene tattoo which appears
blurry. Bender whistles and Leela chuckles.]
LEELA
That's cute!
[Staadgi & Staadgi Auctioneers. In the crowded room Fry bids
for something.]
AUCTIONEER
Sold!
FRY
Yes!
LEELA
I just don't get it. Who was this Ted
Danson? And why would you pay $10,000
for his skeleton?
FRY
I have an idea for a sitcom.
BENDER
Ah, leave him alone, Leela. So he's
going a little wacko with his money.
It's OK.
LEELA
You're just saying that because he bought
you that antique robot toy.
[Bender chuckles.]
BENDER
Yeah, it is cute.
[He starts playing with a "Knock 'Em, Sock 'Em" toy. One little
robot punches the other's head off and Bender screams.]
AUCTIONEER
Now, our final item: This unopened can
of Angry Norwegian brand anchovies circa
1997.
FRY
Anchovies?!
AUCTIONEER
The last known can in existence guaranteed
fresh and edible. Do I hear $10,000?
FRY
15,000!
MAN
20!
[A rich Decapodian woman stands up.]
DECAPODIAN WOMAN
30! No, 40!
FRY
50,000!
[The other bidders whisper to each other.]
LEELA
Are you crazy? It's a can of old fish.
FRY
Don't tell me how to spend my money.
AUCTIONEER
50 going once, twice...
[He raises his gavel but is interrupted by Mom.]
MOM
75,000.
[The room gasps. Mom is stood at the back of the room with the
three men from the picture in the ad.]
LEELA
Oh, my God, it's Mom! I've never seen
her in person before.
FRY
100,000.
[More whispering from the bidders.]
LEELA
Fry, you can't bid against Mom. She's
the richest, most powerful person in
the world. And she's so adorable.
[Mom looks in her purse.]
MOM
Well, I suppose I could go as high as...300,000.
FRY
500!
MOM
Oh, mercy be. A million.
FRY
Two.
MOM
Six.
FRY
14!
MOM
I can see the nice young man really
wants those little fish. Nevertheless,
I'll bid 23 million.
[Fry stands up and raises his hand.]
FRY
One jillion dollars.
[The bidders gasp in shock.]
AUCTIONEER
Sir, that's not a number.
[The bidders gasp again.]
FRY
Oh. In that case, 50 million.
[Mom turns to three men behind her.]
MOM
Well, boys, your old mother knows when
she's been beat. You win, young man.
I tip my bonnet to you.
[The other bidders murmur.]
BIDDER #1
Isn't she adorable?
BIDDER #2
Isn't she sweet?
[The auctioneer bangs his gavel.]
AUCTIONEER
What a class act! Sold! To the gentleman
who bought every item in today's auction.
[Fry stands up an cheers himself but the other bidders boo him.]
[Historic 20th Century Apartment. Fry wanders around the room
in the dark and picks up a box.]
FRY
Now for some good old 20th century TV.
[He puts a video tape into the VCR.]
ANNOUNCER
Do you remember a time when chocolate
chip cookies came fresh from the oven?
Petridge Farm remembers.
FRY
Ah, those were the days.
ANNOUNCER
Do you remember a time when women couldn't
vote and certain folk weren't allowed
on golf courses? Petridge Farm remembers.
[A knock at the door.]
LEELA
Fry? Are you there?
FRY
Eh?
[Enter Leela and Bender. Fry turns the TV off.]
LEELA
You haven't been to work in three days.
What have you been doing?
FRY
I've been sitting right here. I picked
up my life exactly where I left off
a thousand years ago. Now if you'll
excuse me it's 8 o'clock. Time to get
biz-ay!
[Fry turns the stereo on and listens to Baby Got Back by Sir
Mix-a-lot. Leela turns it off.]
LEELA
You can't just sit here in the dark
listening to classical music.
FRY
I could if you hadn't turned on the
lights and shut off the stereo.
LEELA
Fry, this isn't healthy. You're living
in the past.
FRY
I'm rich! I can live whenever I want.
LEELA
But we're your friends and we live here
in the year 3000.
BENDER
Yeah. Now are you gonna come to the
squid fights with us or sit here wallowing
in your prehistoric junk?
FRY
Junk? Maybe you can't understand this
but I've finally found what I need to
be happy, and it's not friends: It's
things.
[He gets up and walks towards the door. Bender turns around.]
BENDER (SADLY)
I'm a thing.
FRY
Just leave me alone.
[Fry opens the door and Leela and Bender walk out.]
LEELA
Fry please. My ponytail's caught in
the door.
FRY
I don't need them. Not when I have my
antique videos, my bucket of fossilised
KFC and 50 million dollars worth of
anchovies.
[He kisses the tin of anchovies.]
[Mom's Friendly Robot Company Building Corridor. Mom walks towards
her office, followed by her sons.]
MOM
Mercy me, what a day.
[Cut to: Mom's Office.]
MOM
Could you shut the door, Igner dear?
I think I feel a draught coming on.
Holy crap, that bastard's itchy! Walt!
Cream soda!
[Walt is the oldest. He has a full head of black hair.]
WALT
Right away, mother. Larry, get your
mother a cream soda.
LARRY
But Mom said --
[Walt slaps him.]
WALT
You heard me.
[Mom drinks the can of soda, throws it down then lights a cigarette.]
IGNER
What's wrong, Mommy?
MOM
It's those damned anchovies. That dirtbag,
Fry, must know their secret. And I won't
rest until I get my hands on them. No
one messes with Mom!
[She laughs evily. Walt laughs with her. Larry and Igner join
in. Walt slaps Larry.]
WALT
Quiet, you!
[Time Lapse. Mom is now sat behind a huge desk.]
MOM
As you boys know, one of the cornerstones
of my empire is Mom's Old Fashioned
Robot Oil. Think of it: 10 billion robots.
Each one needing an oil change every
3000 miles. You don't have to do the
math to know that's a buttload of oil.
IGNER
Can I wear your fat suit?
MOM
(shouting): No, Igner, put that down.
[Igner drops the fat suit arm.]
IGNER
Aww.
WALT
What does this have to do with the anchovies?
MOM
I'm getting to the freaking anchovies.
A single drop of the anchovies natural
oil would lubricate 10 robots permanently.
LARRY
Wow, it's a shame they went extinct.
MOM (SHOUTING)
No it isn't, shut your filthy trap!
(talking) Thank you, Walt. If anyone
ever got a hold of anchovy DNA, they
could chop out the oil-making gene,
stick it in a bunch of third world kids
and bam! Cheap effective robot oil.
Enough to put dear old Mom out of businness.
WALT
My God! This Mr. Fry must be a mastermind
of the highest order.
[Cut to: Historic 20th Century Apartment. Fry is sat in the dark
watching Sanford & Son.]
FRED
Esther, you ugly!
[Fry laughs.]
[Cut to: Mom's Friendly Robot Company Building: Mom's Office.]
MOM
We have only one option: We'll have
to bankrupt Mr Fry, so he'll be forced
to sell the anchovies to us.
WALT
Mother, you are one clever old skag!
MOM
And don't you forget it!
LARRY
But how are we supposed to get Fry's
money out of the bank?
MOM
That part will be easy, thanks to the
nice people at Mom's Old Fashioned Video
Surveillance Unit.
[She puts another tape in. The scene at Big Apple Bank replays
on the TV.]
TELLER [ON TV]
Do you still remember your PIN number?
FRY [ON TV]
Sure! It's the price of a cheese pizza
and a large soda back where I used to
work, Panucci's Pizza. It's the price
of a cheese pizza and a large soda --
[Mom turns the TV off.]
MOM
You know what needs to be done.
LARRY
What?
MOM (SHOUTING)
Get his PIN number, you idiots! (talking)
Now I'm off to some chairty BS for knocked-up
teenage sluts.
[Historic 20th Century Apartment. There is a knock at the door.]
WALT [FROM OUTSIDE]
Mr. Fry. It's those three plumbers you
called for.
LARRY [FROM OUTSIDE]
We're here to tighten your drains.
[The sounds of Walt's hand meeting Larry's face is heard. Fry
opens the door.]
FRY
I didn't order any --
[Walt and Igner jump on Fry and pin him to the floor.]
WALT
Quick! Give him the tranquilliser.
[Larry puts some tablets in Fry's mouth and strokes them down
his throat.]
LARRY
That's a good boy.
[Fry falls unconscious.]
[Pizzeria Set. Fry comes around and sees a disguised Walt wearing
a fake handlebar moustache.]
WALT
Wake up, Mr. Fry.
FRY
Where am I?
WALT
You're in the good old year 2000, working
here at Panucci's Pizza. You fell asleep
on the job.
FRY
That sounds like me but, I thought I
got frozen. Wasn't I in the future?
WALT
No, you only "dreamed" you were in the
year 3000.
FRY
So I'm really back? That's exactly what
I wanted, I guess. Who are you?
WALT
I'm Mr. Panucci.
FRY
You are? Did you grow a moustache since
last night?
[Walt tears off the moustache.]
WALT
No. Now go work the currency register.
I think I hear a customer coming...I
said "I think I hear a customer coming"!
[Cut to: Backstage. Larry is forcing a dress over Igner's head.
Pamela Anderson's head in jar is on a table.]
ANDERSON
Hurry up, please. I wanna get back to
the head museum.
LARRY
Don't worry, Miss Anderson, this won't
take long. Now, your motivation is you're
back in the year 2000 and your head's
still on your body, and you want a cheese
pizza.
[He picks up the jar and puts it on Igner's head.]
ANDERSON
OK, but I'm only doing this so people
will take my head seriously as an actress.
[Cut to: Pizzeria Set. Fry notices something on a sign above
him.]
FRY
Hey, look! Anchovies!
WALT
Of course. They're not extinct yet.
And if you need further proof that this
is really a thousand years ago well,
here's contemporary actress, Pamela
Anderson!
[Enter Pamela Anderson on top of Igner.]
FRY
Ooh!
ANDERSON
Hello, Fry. Remember me from Baywatch:
The Movie?
FRY
Uh...
ANDERSON
It was the first movie to be shot entirely
in slow motion.
[Walt leans in to Anderson.]
WALT (WHISPERING)
It hasn't been made yet.
[Walt shakes his head.]
WALT
Nope.
ANDERSON
Crap!
FRY
Wait. You're Pamela Anderson! Cool!
What can I get you?
ANDERSON
Oh, I'll have a cheese pizza and a large...uh...line?
[Larry whispers from backstage.]
LARRY (WHISPERING)
Soda!
ANDERSON
Oh, right! Cheese pizza and a large
soda!
FRY
Uh, cheese and a -- That was quick!
ANDERSON
So. What do I owe you?
FRY
10.77. Same as my PIN number.
[Walt, Larry, Igner and Anderson laugh. Fry is unsure of what
is happening so just laughs along with them.]
IGNER
Hey, you don't get to laugh.
[He hits Fry on the head with Anderson's jar.]
[Outside Historic 20th Century Apartments. A white limo pulls
up outside and the brothers throw Fry out onto the pavement.
There are bags of money in the limo.]
[Cut to: Limo. Igner is driving.]
IGNER
Thanks a billion!
[He laughs. Larry counts the cash in the back.]
LARRY
More like 4.3 billion!
[He laughs with Igner. Walt slaps them both.]
IGNER
Ow!
LARRY
Ow!
[The limo speeds off and Fry blacks out into a dream.]
[Cut to: Fry's Dream. Pizza's, 1077's and anchovy tins float
around him. Leela's and Bender's heads float towards him.]
FRY
Oh, I had a nightmare I was in the year
2000 and you guys never existed. I'm
so glad I'm awake now and you're really
here.
LEELA
Since when do you care about us?
BENDER
We thought you only cared about cans
of anchovies and stuffy old songs about
the buttocks.
FRY
No, that's not true!
[Leela and Bender float away.]
LEELA
Goodbye-eee!
BENDER
Wheee!
[A pack of Lightspeeds appear in the corner.]
[Fry comes to. A repobot walks out of his apartment with his
TV.]
FRY
Bender! Leela! Don't leave me. Wait
a minute! Hey, buddy what year is this?
REPOBOT
Uh, 3000.
FRY
3000? Yes! I'm still in the future!
Life is wonderful! Wait! What are you
doing with my stuff?
REPOBOT
Uh, check bounced. We're taking it all
back.
FRY
Oh, no, my ATM card! My secret PIN number!
1077. I've got nothing left. Except...
[He pulls the tin of anchovies out of his sock.]
[Planet Express: Lounge. Leela and Bender are sat on the couch
and Farnsworth is sat at the table.]
LEELA
You're Fry's relative. Do you have any
idea how he got so crazy?
FARNSWORTH
Uh, wha? Oh, yes, they say madness runs
in our family. Some even call me mad!
And why? Because I dared to dream of
my own race of atomic monsters. Atomic
supermen with octagonal-shaped bodies
that suck blood out of...
[He walks out still blabbering. Enter Fry.]
FRY
Leela! Bender! I missed you so much!
LEELA
You did? What happened?
FRY
I was robbed. They got everything except
these.
[He holds up the anchovies.]
BENDER
Who did?
[Leela gasps at something across the room. Mom is stood in the
doorway wearing her fat suit.]
MOM
Hello, Fry.
LEELA
It's Mom.
MOM
I felt terrible when I heard about your
money troubles and I thought maybe I
could help out a sweet young man by
buying his anchovies.
FRY
Sorry. But the anchovies aren't for
sale.
MOM
What? Listen, you little bastard. I
control the robot oil business and I
won't let you ruin me. How much do you
want?
FRY
You might as well put that chequebook
away, because I've discovered something
even more important. My friends. And
they aren't worth even a penny to me.
That's why these anchovies are going
on a pizza, so I can share the food
I love with the people I like.
MOM
Holy hell! You're going to eat them?
Oh, well. Just make sure you eat them
all. You're a growing boy. Toodle-oo!
Dumb ass!
FRY
What a nice lady!
[Time Lapse. The whole staff except for Zoidberg are gathered
around the table. Fry opens the tin of anchovies.]
FRY
OK, my friends. Get ready for the most
delicious extinct animal you've ever
tasted.
AMY
I don't know, I've had cow. Ew! Gross!
FRY
Ah, no one likes them at first but they'll
grow on you.
[Enter Zoidberg. He sniffs.]
ZOIDBERG
That stench. That heavenly stench!
More!
FRY
There aren't any more. And there never
will be.
[Zoidberg tips the table over and moves towards Fry, raising
his claws.]
ZOIDBERG
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THE END
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