Wer grad keinen Blindtext zur Hand hat und wem dieser "lorem ipsum" Quatsch zu elitär ist bekommt jetzt von Fillerama genau das was er braucht ;-P ...

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I'm just glad my fat, ugly mama isn't alive to see this day. Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. Ummm…to eBay? And then the battle's not so bad? They're like sex, except I'm having them! Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? Morbo can't understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that's shaped like a man wearing a hat. Bender, being God isn't easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. You, minion. Lift my arm. [a stagehand lifts his arm] AFTER HIM!

Well I'da done better, but it's plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. Bender, hurry! This fuel's expensive! [pause] Also, we're dying! Yes, if you make it look like an electrical fire. When you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.

You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused.

Oh sure! Blame the wizards! It's okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Oh, I think we should just stay friends.