Episode Quotes
Leela: Face it, Fry. Baseball was as boring as mom and apple pie, so they jazzed it up.
Fry: Hey I'm starting to get the hang of this game! The blerns are loaded, the count's three blerns and two anti-blerns, and the infield blern rule is in effect, right?
Leela: Except for the word "blern" that was complete gibberish.
Leela: We have to walk like robots, talk like robots, and if necessary solve complex differential equations like robots.
Fry: I can sort of dance like a robot. Will that help?
Robot Guard #1: Halt!
Robot Guard #2: Be you robot or human?
Leela: Robot...we be.
Fry: Uh, yup! Just two robots out robot-ing it up!
Robot Guard #2: Which of the following would you most prefer? A) a puppy B) a pretty flower from your sweetie, or C) a large properly formatted data file?
Robot Guard #1: Choose!
Fry: Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way?
Robot Guard #2: No! It is the bad kind of puppy.
Leela: Then we'll go with that data file.
Robot Guard #2: Correct.
Robot Guard #1: The flower would also have been acceptable.
Bender: Wait, what's that?
Robot Mayor: Oh, thats the old abandoned adult book store. Nothing in there except maybe a few shreds of moldy, old robot pornography.
Bender: Mmm, sounds like a breeding ground for humans. I'd better check it out.
Bender: (seeing the decorations) Wow, I can't believe you guys did all this for me! This is the best Robanukah ever!
Fry: We wanted to show you that we really do respect your robot heritage.
Bender: Aw, thanks! You do know I made Robanukah up to get out of work, right?
Leela: Of course.
Fry: But that doesn't make it any less meaningful.
Fry: What just happened? Why is the ball on that springy thing?
Leela: It's traditional. Just like aluminum bats and the seventh inning grope.
Bender: You humans are so scared of a little robot competition you won't even let us on the field.
Fry: What are you talking about? There's all kinds of robots down there.
Bender: Yeah, doing crap work! They're bat boys, ball polishers, sprinkler systems. But how many robot managers are there?
Fry: Eleven?
Bender: Zero!