- This place is
crawling with yous! - So there's more
Benders around. As far as I'm concerned,
that's good news. (upbeat music) Picture time,
everybody get together! (all grumbling in annoyance) Hang on, I need a tripod. Let me just extend
the old third leg. (mechanical whirring) Oh yeah, that's stable, baby. Just need to pick a lens. Let's see. Zoom lens... Nope. "They Live" lens... Eh, so-so. "Twilight Zone"
one-minute-in-the-future lens... Oh, Calculon's gonna be here! Better get my camera ready. - Just take the damn picture! - Let me just adjust the focus, F-stop, shutter speed... Oops, out of film! Hang on. (all grumbling in annoyance) - Film? Who uses film? We've had digital cameras
for a thousand years! - Digital? (spits in disgust) No digital camera can capture the warmth and grain
of good old film. - How can you even tell? Your eyes are digital cameras! - And where can you possibly
get film developed nowadays? - Right here!
(metal clanking) You're looking at the last
chemical dark room in existence. - Hey, Bender. Isn't that Calculon? - Calculon? No way! (yelling in excitement) Poor flimsy humans. Don't you wish you
were flawless, like me? A towering inferno of
physical perfection? - I hate to pop
your blimp-like ego, but you're not perfect. - Am so! - Are not! - Is too! - Says who? - Says the only human whose
opinion I even remotely respect! (metal creaking) (kissing loudly) Inspector five. The best inspector
a kid could want. The day I was built,
he looked me over, probably with tears
of pride in his eyes, and proclaimed to all the world, by means of this scrap of paper, that I was perfect and
infallible in every way! - Hey, Mr. Perfect,
you wet the chair. - Huh? It wasn't me. Must be some of that urine
you're all so proud of. (lips smacking) - That's not urine, it's oil. - Impossible! I'm triple sealed to
prevent any chance of- (oil spilling)
(shrieks) - You call that an ink defense? (trilling loudly)
(ink spilling) Good-bye, friends! - My circuitry is 12
years out of date! I can't keep up with
today's high-speed, top-of-the-line kids! - You can't even
keep up with me, and I'm some sort of
stone age throwback. - You know, I might be able
to speed up your reflexes by over-clocking you. - What's that, Sonny? You say it'll put some
whoopee in my cushion? (drill whirring) - This may take a while. Gotta adjust the memory
timing, raise the CPU voltage, and delete 12 terabytes
of outdated catchphrases. - Sounds like fun on the bun! (electricity zapping)
- [Computer] Deleted. (groans in disappointment) - All right. You should run a lot faster now. Unless you die. (grunts)
(hatch closing) (electronic humming and beeping) (computer startup jingle) (whoops elatedly) - I'm smart! I know how to spell aardvark! February is the shortest month! There's 3,018 jelly
beans in that jar! - Oh damn, I'm good. (candy crunching) - I mean 3,018 rat kidneys. (spitting in disgust) - Now then, my man, let's
see if your reflexes are- - [Bender] Faster! (adventurous music) (yelling aggressively) - [Cubert] Get 'em, get 'em! - Hey, foreign
aggressors, what's up? - Oh, we were just
eating spatzle and listening to Kraft- I mean, fire! (guns firing)
(humming happily) - That tap-dancing decadent
jazz baby is too fast for us! - Let's see him outrun a V2! - It's my brains
against your von brawn! (knives slicing) (yells in exasperation) - I could have fired a V8! (grunts) (bomb exploding) (triumphant music) - Those guys normally stink. - Bender? What happened to you? - I'll try to put it in
terms you can comprehend. I passed the
existential singularity. - Try harder! - I hacked myself inside-out and now the entire
universe is my processor. - [Fry] Whoa, I definitely
want to hear about that. But first, I need your help. The professor and Cubert are
in trouble and Leela left me! I'm in misery! - I've grown far beyond the
petty concerns of your world. Every time I burp, a
new galaxy is born! (burps) (galaxies humming) Two if I've been
eating broccoli. All existence is
just a chess game and I can see 50 moves ahead. Human emotion no
longer concerns me. - [Fry] But Randy said- - Randy?
(thunder clapping) Have you been hanging
out with Randy? - Please, Bender. If everything is a
chess game for you, you must know how to help me! - I'm sorry, Fry, but some
games, you just can't win. Cubert and the
professor are guilty. The jury will vote to convict. I can't change that. - Well, what about Leela? Is there any hope things could
still work out between us? (electronic beeping) - It's getting late. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some new heavy
elements to create. Better cover your nads, it may get a little
non-Newtonian in here. (snoring) Scare Fry to death? I could do that in my sleep. (ghostly moaning) What are you, deaf? (ghostly moaning) (yawns) (both snoring) (yells) (water flowing) (electronic toothbrush humming) Hmm, soap. I know Fry's afraid of that. Maybe he'll die if I rub him
all over with it real slow. (grunting) (hairdryer blowing) Whoa, sick! My software can
control electronics! - What the- (warbled yelling) (muffled yelling) (razor buzzing)
No! Not the armpits! Winter's coming! - As you can see,
since Bender's death, requests to bite one's shiny
metal ass are down 98%. (vacuum humming) Do you mind doing that later? - Bite my shiny metal ass. (graph beeping) - Help! I was attacked in my bathroom! By my bathroom! I'm being haunted by a ghost! (all laughing) - Fry, you're just upset because you drove Bender to suicide. Here, take your mind off it with these soothing
relaxation balls. (eyes clacking) - All right. I got 'em all heebie-jeebied
with my bathroom horrors! One more good scare, and
I'll be out of limbo! (shudders) - Did someone say "limbo?" (all denying) - Hold onto your dookie,
it's about to get spooky! (horror music playing) (grunts) (pineapples thudding)
(yelling in pain) (toaster clanking) (screams) - Scruffy, what is that tiny
Bender doing in my soup? - It appears to be giving
you the finger, sir. Enjoy. - Help me, help me! I'm too lazy to escape! (gasps) (burps) (laughs) (screams) (tiny metal clanking)
Ow! (crayon crunching) (mechanical humming)
(bell ringing) (both grunting) (Benders chattering) - What? - This place is
crawling with yous! - So there's more
Benders around. As far as I'm concerned,
that's good news. - Bad news, everyone! Look at this infinite
series representing the mass of successive
generations of Benders! (dramatic musical sting) (gasps) (gasps) - Don't wait for me. - It's non-convergent! - Oh, dip! - Unless we quickly
exterminate them, they'll replicate ad infinitum and consume all the
matter on Earth! (all exclaiming in alarm) According to my calculations, there are 11 generations
at the moment. That's 2,046 total Benders
we need to destroy! - Wait, does that include me? (gun firing)
(screams) (grunts) (hatch clanking) Too bad he didn't
have his own Bible. - Just 2,045 more to go! (blowing raspberry)
(rock and roll music) ♪ Creatures have
taken over my house ♪ ♪ They want my food and
my skin and my time ♪ ♪ Little frogs are OK
but the slugs on my rug ♪ ♪ Are trying to all
send me out of my mind ♪ ♪ There's no place
else that I can go ♪ ♪ The only thing
that I can turn to ♪ ♪ Is rock and roll
pest control ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh ♪ ♪ Rock and roll pest control ♪ ♪ Rock and roll pest control ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh ♪ ♪ Rock and roll pest control ♪ (all munching) (baby crying) (snoring) (sighs) (saw scraping) (baby crying loudly) - What the- Aw, can't I have one
moment to myself? Why can't you sleep? - I left my window
open and moths got in. - I swear, if I wasn't
such a great dad, I'd grab his ugly little
neck and... (grunts) (giggles) Hey, he stopped
screaming for a second! - Bend some other stuff! (fork creaking)
(giggles) (bat creaking)
(leg snapping) (screams in pain) - Bend, bend! - He loves bending,
just like me! Aww, I'm gonna call him Ben, after the first
half of me, Bender! (burps)
(fire roaring) That's my bastard! (happy music) (fishing rods clicking) (hands smacking) (wheels squeaking) (glass shattering) (panting) (giggling) (glass shattering)
(alarm ringing) (both laughing) (guns firing)
Uh-oh. (both laughing)
