Fry: Whatever's in there, it's the only thing I've ever wanted.
Zoidberg: In my experience, boxes are usually empty... maybe with a little cheese stuck to the top... and one time, pepperoni. Ah, what a day that was.

Fry: Ow! It's hot. The butter in my pocket is melting!

Fry: Oh wow. It's like that drug trip I saw in that movie when I was on that drug trip.

Bender B: Bite my glorious golden ass!

Fry B: One year later, I gave Leela a diamond scrunchie, and we were married.
Fry: One year later, I get beat up at a Neil Diamond concert by a guy named Scrunchie.

Hermes: Like Granny said, if you want a box hurled into the sun, you got to do it yourself. God rest her zombie bones.

Professor: Get a job!

Professor: Hermes, don't press that button!
Hermes. Okay.