Futurama: The Beast with a Billion Backs

[from trailer]

Earth President Richard Nixon:
Row-rowoo! The tentacles are coming toward Earth and there's no stopping it. King Kong is too old to save us this time! [looking at an old gorilla with a walker and an equally old woman in his hand]

[from trailer]

Philip J. Fry:
I'll miss you, Bender. You and your robots, take good care of Earth. Here. These are the keys to the Bermuda Triangle. Lock up when the world ends.

[from trailer]

Bender:
[Fry is about to go to heaven] Wait, let me come with you.

Philip J. Fry:
I'm sorry, Bender, robots don't go to heaven.

Bender:
[sobbingly] Death to humans.

[from trailer]

Bender:
Bender to crew: I have reached the gateway to another universe. I feel awed and strangely humbled by the momentous solemnity of this occasion. [turning away from the gateway] Hey, other universe, bite my shiny metal ass! [gets his ass zapped by the gateway]

[from trailer]

Turanga Leela:
People of everywhere, I have shocking news!

Yivo:
Hey, butt out!

Turanga Leela:
These aren't tentacles, they're gentacles!

Philip J. Fry:
Ewwwwwww...

Philip J. Fry:
What Bender? Is something wrong?

Bender:
Yes. I joined the club I thought was cool. But it turned out all leaguee-weegies are totally lame. That's what we call ourselves. Leaguee-weegies.

Philip J. Fry:
Oh I'm sorry. I shoud have asked what was bothering you. I've been kind of preoccupied.

Bender:
With what?

Philip J. Fry:
Well, I went to another Universe and fell in love with a giant octopus; and now I'm Pope of a new religion.

Dr. Zoidberg:
I thought I was fighting for my freedom!

Professor Farnsworth:
NO!

Dr. Ogden Wernstrom:
No! Not The Crackslam!

Philip J. Fry:
Yivo proposed! We're moving in with shkler!

Bender:
Y-you're leaving? But why can't Yivo just move in with us? We'll put a cot in Europe.

Professor Farnsworth:
Don't be daft, Bender. Yivo can't breathe outside the electric ether of shkler own universe. If shkle came here, shkle would shkluffocate.

Bender:
No shklit.

[Fry and Colleen are riding the 2-D Tunnel of Love]

Philip J. Fry:
Wow, Colleen, you even look beautiful in *2*-D?

Colleen:
I do? But from your perspective, I'm just a line segment.

Philip J. Fry:
A really hot line segment.

Stephen Hawking's Head:
Welcome. I am the pickled head of Stephen Hawking on a way cool rocket.

Turanga Leela:
Black-Hole Hawking? Wow! If I knew I was going to meet you I would have done something with my hair!

Stephen Hawking's Head:
You should have.

Philip J. Fry:
I don't know if I can put my heart on the line again only to have it broken and stumped on like a nerd's face.

Professor Farnsworth:
Now I've often said "good news" when sending you on a mission of extreme danger; so when I say this anomaly is dangerous, you can imagine how dangerous I really think it is.

Hermes Conrad:
Not dangerous at all?

Professor Farnsworth:
Actually, quite dangerous indeed.

Hermes Conrad:
That is quite dangerous!

Professor Farnsworth:
Indeed.

[last lines]

[to Fry and Leela, as he hugs them]

Bender:
I love you meatbags!

Bender:
What's the matter? Did someone die or something?

Turanga Leela:
Kiff died, Bender.

Bender:
Yes! Nailed it!

Zapp Brannigan:
Hell of a thing sending another universe to certain doom. Lots of fun, though. Makes a man feel big.

Professor Farnsworth:
Don't listen to a word he says!

Dr. Ogden Wernstrom:
But I'm agreeing with you!

Professor Farnsworth:
I'll make you eat those words!

Bender:
Don't hurt me! I'll betray anyone!

Yivo:
I should go now. The nature of your universe is burning me... even worse than my gonorrhea. You should get checked by the way.

Colleen:
Sorry I've been taking up so much of Fry's time. He's just so interesting. Have you seen how much cotton candy he can eat?

Professor Farnsworth:
Oh, my, yes. 5.1 pounds. That's why his blood is so good on pancakes.

Earth President Richard Nixon:
If there's one thing Nixon is known for, it's class. Let's cut this turd loose!

Stephen Hawking's Head:
In conclusion, I understand nothing about the anomaly, even after cashing the huge check for writing a book about it.