My Problem With Popplers (a.k.a. The Problem With Popplers) - S2-E18
Fry/Bender: Pop a Poppler in your mouth, When you come to Fishy Joe's, What they're made of is a mystery, Where they come from, no one knows. You can pick 'em, you can lick 'em, You can chew 'em, you can stick 'em, And if you promise not to sue us, You can shove one up your nose.
Anthology of Interest I - S2-E20
Leela: Are you blackmailing me?
Bender: I prefer to use the word extortion. The 'x' makes it sound cool.
Rich Little: The Vegas odds tonight stand at an unprecedented 1,000 to 0. A bet of $0 on Bender pays $1,000 if he wins. Still, very few takers.
Zapp: It was almost the perfect crime, but you forgot one thing! Rock crushes scissors! But paper covers rock, and scissors cut paper! Kif, we have a connundrum. Search them for paper. And, er, bring me a rock.
Put Your Head on My Shoulder - S2-E10
Fry: I'm not a one-woman man.
Leela: I'm sure you'll be back to zero soon enough.
Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Oh, I always feared he would run off like this. Why? WHY? WHY didn't I break his legs?
My Problem With Popplers (a.k.a. The Problem With Popplers) - S2-E18
Professor Farnsworth: Hey, unless this is a nude love-in, get off my property.
Hippie Protester: You can't own property, man.
Professor Farnsworth: I can, but that's because I'm not a penniless hippie.
Answer: The initial number is 0101100101 = 357. When reflected in a mirror, however, it reads 1010011010 = 666 (the number of the Beast). It is a parody of The Shining, where the words Red Rum are seen as the word murder in the mirror.
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