Futurama, Season 4

[Robot Devil interrupts Fry's opera]

Fry:
Look, what do you want?

Robot Devil:
I want my hands back.

Fry:
Never!

[Singing] A deal's a deal, even with a dirty dealer.

Robot Devil:
Very well,

Then I'll take what I want from Leela.

[The spotlight moves from the stage to Leela. The Robot Devil extends his arms and pulls her from her seat onto the stage.]

Robot Devil:
Leela has promised me her hand.

Leela:
Fry, you do not understand.

[The music slows down and the spotlight narrows as Leela walks across the stage.]

I should have revealed I've been deafened by Bender, the shame, the shame,

But I feared you'd stop writing this musical splendor,

Deception's the curse of my whimsical gender,

He gave me mechanical ears, effective though just a bit garish,

In return without shedding a tear, I agreed that I'd give him my hand-

Robot Devil:
In marriage!

Leela:
What?

Robot Devil:
You'd give me your hand in marriage. [He gets down on one knee. The audience watches.]

Hermes:
Is this really happening or just being staged?

Farnsworth:
It can't be real-

Amy:
Not if Leela is engaged.

Leela:
That isn't what I meant, that isn't what I signed.

Robot Devil:
You should have checked the wording in my fine...Print.

Leela:
"I'll give you my hand..."

Leela and Robot Devil:
"In marriage."

[In the audience, Bender reads from a dictionary.]

Bender:
"The use of words expressing something other than their literal intention",

Now...that...IS "irony".

[The Robot Devil pulls Preacherbot out of his seat and onto the stage.]

Robot Devil:
I will marry her now and confine her to hell, how droll, how droll!

Where Styx is a river, and not just a band,

Though they'll play our reception if all goes as planned,

Unless, Fry, you surrender my hands!

[Fry looks at the hands on his wrists. The spotlight narrows over him.]

Fry:
Destiny has cheated me,

By forcing me to decide upon,

The woman that I idolize,

Or the hands of an automaton,

Without these hands I can't complete,

The opera that was captivating her,

But if I keep them, and she marries him,

Then he probably won't want me dating her...

[The audience applauds and cheers.]

Richard Nixon's Head:
Arooo!

Zapp Brannigan:
Bray-vo! Enn-core!

Farnsworth:
I can't believe the devil is so unforgiving.

Dr. Zoidberg:
I can't believe everybody's just ad-libbing!

Preacherbot:
By the power vested in me, by the state of New New York-

Fry:
No! Stop! Take my hands! You evil, metal dork!