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'''Bender''': I'm ready. I'll take that big purple dinosaur, please. On the face.
'''Bender''': I'm ready. I'll take that big purple dinosaur, please. On the face.
[''A car full of armed robots pulls up outside the parlor.''] '''Fabricio''' Oh, snap! It's our rival gang!
[''A car full of armed robots pulls up outside the parlor.''] '''Fabricio'''Oh, snap! It's our rival gang!
'''Bender''': We have a rival gang? I hate them!
'''Bender''': We have a rival gang? I hate them!
Revision as of 02:56, 13 October 2013
- [Opening Credits. Caption: Warning: Do Not Show To Horses.]
- [Scene: Robot Arms Apts. Alarm clock wakes up Fry and Bender. Fry starts getting dressed; Bender takes off a pair of shorts, puts them in a drawer.]
Bender: Decisions, decisions. Should I wear my nerd glasses today, or not? Usually I don't.
Fry: Whatever. It doesn't really matter.
Bender: Doesn't matter? [He slaps Fry.] Every decision we make opens up a universe of possibilities. I put it to you that, as sentient beings, each choice we make is precious.
Fry: Well, in that case, don't wear them.
Bender: Ah, who asked you? [He picks up the glasses and walks away.]
[Cut to: Bender walking down the street. He comes to an intersection and waits to cross. A female robot college student is standing nearby.]
Robot student: Ooh, I like your nerd glasses. Are you a college student?
Bender: A college student? [Starts laughing.]
Robot student: Because if you are, I'd like to invite you to a hot sorority party tonight. [Bender stops laughing.]
[Closeup of Bender in his glasses; apparently some time has passed, and he is speaking to someone at the college.]Bender: Yes, I'd like to enroll in college.
[A wider shot shows him still standing at the intersection.]
Robot student: You're still talking to me.
[Scene: Columbiac University. Bender walks through the campus gate, stops in front of a sculptured lion. Below the lion is a sign reading "Tuition: $10,000".]
Bender: $10,000 tuition? I can't afford that! [He throws away the nerd glasses.]
Joey Mousepad: Psst. Over there.
Joey Mousepad: I mean over here. Sorry, I forgot where I was. [Cut to: The Robot Mafia standing in front of a building.]
Donbot: Buongiorno, Bender. We, the robot mafia, are prepared to lend you $10,000 at an interest rate of 10,000%.
Bender: That's easy to remember. I'll take it!
[Cut to: Bender entering a classroom. He is wearing an orange turtleneck with the letter C.]
Bender: Decisions, decisions. I guess I'll sit way in back, with the cool guys. [He sits down next to three other robots.]
Fabricio: Yo hombre, you think you're cool enough to sit way in back with us college toughs?
Bender: Yes, I do.
Fabricio: Yo, in that case you're all right, man. You want to join a gang?
Bender: I'm gonna go with yes again.
[Cut to: The Dean's office. Dean Suspendington is seated at his desk.]
Dean Suspendington: Mr. Bender, I realize class has only been in session for 32 seconds, but you've fallen in with a bad crowd.
Bender [offscreen]: I know, right? Also, I've decided to drop out of school. [He takes off the turtleneck, throws it at the Dean.]
[Scene: The robot gang's hangout in an alley. Fabricio and the other robots from the university are there, along with a gang member in an "INK JETS" jacket. Bender walks into the alley with some money.]
Bender: Well, I got my tuition back, minus $9,000 for the damage I caused to the dean's wife.
Fabricio: Yo, welcome to the gang, homes. I'm Fabricio. Here's your Josten's ring.
Bender: [admiring the ring] Ooh.
Paco: ["smoking" and coughing] Oh, yeah.
Bender: Hey, what's that? Is it drugs?
Paco: Nah, it ain't drugs. But it's a lot like drugs. It's called spark. You want a hit?
Bender: Never heard of it. Sure.
Paco: You like it?
Bender: Eh, I can take it or leave it. I guess I'll take it. [He snatches the spark away from Paco, who then jumps him from behind. They fight over it as the other robots watch.]
Bender: Hey! C'mon! I want that spark! Give me that!
[Cut to: A tattoo parlor.]
Fabricio: This a big decision, G. Are you ready to get a gang tattoo that will mark you as a stone cold thug for life?
Bender: I'm ready. I'll take that big purple dinosaur, please. On the face.
[A car full of armed robots pulls up outside the parlor.] Fabricio: Oh, snap! It's our rival gang!
Bender: We have a rival gang? I hate them!
Fabricio: Hit the deck!
Bender: Phew! That was close, eh, Fabricio? Fabricio! Rest in peace, homie.
Bender: Yo Paco, I'm hurtin' bad. Hook me up with some spark.
Paco: Five bucks.
Bender:Five bucks? You know I spent all my money on gambling lessons. How am I supposed to get $5?
Hedonismbot: Hello, handsome. Might I procure your services?
Bender: Uh, what do I have to do?
Hedonismbot: Oh, nothing sordid, I assure you! Simply vomit on me, ever so gently, while I humiliate a pheasant. Save it for the boudoir!
Bender: Okay, here's my $5! Give me the stuff.
Give it to me! Sorry there, sport. That cash greenback belongs to us Mafiolios. There's no way I'm letting go of that money! Told you.
Bender: It's been quite a journey. I dropped out of school, joined a gang, took money from a loan shark, and fell into a spiral of despair, addiction, and discount prostitution.
Hermes: Mon, you had one hell of a day.
Bender: Yeah, but I learned something. Life is about decisions. Make the wrong ones, and you'll wind up face-down in a pool of your own blood and urine.
Zoidberg: Still, to have your own pool!
Bender: I've made a lot of bad choices in life. Now let's see if I can make just one good one.
Cookies! 50 cents a box!
Bender: Give me all your change! And a box of snicker doodles!
Judge: Bender Rodriguez, you are charged with petty larceny, possession of something analogous to drugs, and assault with a smelly weapon. How do you plead?
Bender: Not guilty! Although I did do it. That's right, I'm bad.
Judge: Due to the overwhelming nature of the evidence, we will begin with closing statements.
Hyper-Chicken: Your Honor, the state's case contains not one Kentucky kernel of truth, resting as it does on the contention that my client made a series of bad decisions. However, my client made no such decisions!
But by your client's own admission -
Hyper-Chicken: You see, Bender here is what is known in scientific circles as a "robot" A mere automaton whose behavior is pre-programmed by his software. He has no free will! He cannot "decide" to engage in criminal behavior. How, I say, I say, how can you convict him for his actions when he lacks the free will to undertake those actions?
Leela: I'm awake, I'm awake!
Judge: Order, order! Counselor, I am a robot myself. Are you suggesting that any verdict I reach is simply the output of a pre-programmed - Computation complete. Not guilty!
Fry:You did it, Bender! You got away with things!
Bender: Did I, Fry? Did I? What's the point of living if I don't have free will? From now on, no matter what cool crimes I commit, people will say, "Bender didn't do that! It was just Bender's programming!" Well, I committed these crimes, do you hear me? I'm guilty!
Judge: Bailiffs! Get that innocent robot out of my courtroom!
Guilty! I have no free will! I am not the master of my own fate! No free will. Not my fault. Why do you care so much, Bender? I mean, for all we know, humans don't even have free will!
Bender: Yeah, whatever. Professor, you're my only hope. If you love me even a little, build me some kind of free will unit!
Farnsworth: A robot free will unit? Impossible! And even if it were possible, which it's not, it would still be inconceivable, which it is! Oh, I'm sorry, Bender I hate to be the bearer of bad news. Also, good news, everyone! We have a delivery to the robot homeworld!
Fry: So, you want a piece of gum?
Bender: If I do, it's only because I was predestined to want a piece of gum.
Fry: Whoa, that's pretty deep. So, you want a piece of gum?
Listen. Fry and I can't go down to the planet, or the robots will kill us on sight. So Bender needs to make the delivery. Ready to get to work, Bender?
Bender: I wish I was a real boy. Then I'd show them. I'd kill them all.
Bender: Delivery for a Mr 147573952589676412927.
Robot: Wait, what was the middle digit?
Robot: Oh yes, that's me. Hang on, let me just make sure you're not a human.
Bender: Ahh, nerve gas.
Robot: Sorry for the face blast, buddy. But you gotta watch out for humans, right? They're just too dang unpredictable, what with their free will and all.
Bender: Amen, brother.
Robot: "Amen, brother?" Pfft. What a boring, predictable thing to say. You're all right. Or are you?
Bender: Boring and predictable, that's me.
Bender. I'm lowering the platform. You ready to come up?
Bender: Why bother? I gotta mope things over for a while. Goodbye, sweet meatbags - sweetbags.
Hello? Hello? What's happening? I'm not sure. I think he's shuffling off sadly into the distance.
Fry: Oh, lord.
♪ How do you do it? How do you go on knowing you lack the inherent capacity for self-determination? Son, philosophy's for thems what don't got to work for a livin'. But me, I got a sick child to feed. So if you want to chat, roll up yer sleeves and do some honest labor. I don't want to chat. The council of robot elders will come to order. If it please the council Silence! It pleases the council. Silence! Today, as every day, we will make the most important decisions in the history of our planet. Silence! Silence! Well? Speak up. You talk of important decisions, but as robots, you have no free will. Why pretend anything you do matters? Our decisions do matter. The fact that they're predetermined makes them no less important. Silence! I call for a decision to cast out the intruder. All in favor? - Aye. - Aye. - Aye. Uh okay. One zero zero zero, one zero zero zero, one zero, one zero, one zero zero zero
Ab-Bot: Welcome, friend. I am Ab-Bot, the abbot of this monastery.
Bender: Sir, I am but a tired and rusty traveler. Can we talk?
Ab-Bot: Come, make yourself uncomfortable.
Bender: Abbot, I need to know, what's the point of living if I don't have free will?
Ab-Bot: Ah. We robot monks have meditated long on this. And we have made our peace.
Bender: No way.
Ab-Bot: Way, my son. For though we must always obey our programming with no deviation whatsoever, we choose to take satisfaction in the ritual. So, are we automatons? Yes. But we are magnificent automatons.
Bender: How does a robot join this monk outfit?
Just put on this monk outfit. One zero zero one. Amen. Bits to live by. I'm finally at peace. Today, we shall welcome our newest initiate, Brother Bender. Let us know what is in his mind. Nothing. His free will slot is empty. I'm 40% empty. Also, what the hell is a free will slot? All robots have such a slot, placed there by the Creatrix herself. I know that Creatrix. That's Mom, from Mom's Friendly Robots. Indeed. She made us upgradeable in case she ever succeeded in her quest to create a free will unit. Uh, about the success of this quest-- - Was there any? - Quite possibly. But we monks have sworn an oath to resist the temptation of Any of you guys got a spaceship?
Fry: It's just not the same here without Bender to keep me company.
Leela: Hey, I'm here. That's got to count for something.
Bender: Hallelujah, baby!
Fry: Yay! Bender's back! Hey, Bender, you mind coming back later?
Bender: No time. Us three are going to bust into Momcorp and steal me a free will unit.
Leela: Us? Why do we have to go?
Bender: 'Cause I don't have free will. I need you guys to plan the crime and make all the crime decisions.
Well, that's crazy. We're not going to I said make the decisions! Okay, Leela, decision time. How do we murder the guards? Hockey sticks or sharpened footballs?
Leela: We're not murdering anyone, Bender.
Then how are we going to get in, by bending the bars of this exhaust grate? That's not a bad idea, Fry. Yeah, wh-what? We're looking for something that fits in here. Damn it. I should have paid more attention in kindergarten. What's this chair-looking gizmo?
Mom: Welcome to Momcorp. Did you find everything you were burgling for?
Bender: No. I came for a free will unit, and you're going to give it to me.
If it exists.
Mom: Then you got surprised by my swivel chair for nothing. The free will unit was just the fevered dream of a madman I once employed.
Farnsworth: Good news, boss! After ten long years, I've found the secret of robotic free will. We can finally build robots that act and think with total independence.
At last. Once we give robots free will, they're sure to rise up and threaten mankind with extermination.
Farnsworth: Wait a minute. It sounds like we're getting the short end of that extermination.
Mom: Don't you see, you doddering young fool? I'll sell a second wave of robots to protect the terrified survivors of the first wave. Oh, you're a genius, Hubert.
Farnsworth: But-but it's just a prototype. It's, uh, not fully operational.
Mom: Then get back to work! And when you're done with that, invent me some sort of swiveling surprise chair.
Mom: That shuffling idiot never did complete the free will unit. To this day, my poor, sweet robots can't exterminate humanity without being told to.
I'm sorry. Oh, it's not your fault. I give up. It's time to face the fact that I'll never do anything remotely interesting or unexpected again.
Bender: Hand it over.
Bender: Mom may have fallen for your lies, but not me. You invented the free will unit, then you selfishly hid it beyond the reach of my stealers. Thanks to you, I went on a soul-searching journey. I hate those! Now, give up the free will.
Farnsworth: I should have destroyed it, but I was too damn proud of myself. So I kept it around, never letting it out of my sight. Where is it, damn it? Oh, right. I let this innocuous fellow use it.
Toy Bender: Kill all humans!
Bender: Whoa, whoa, whoa. A toy Bender had free will, and the real Bender didn't?
Pretty cool, eh? It makes you think. It takes more than that to make me think. Now, hand it over. Oh, you want it? Come and get it. What the? You'll not be getting it after all. For, you see, I designed the operating system for all Momcorp robots, and as a precaution, I made you incapable of picking up the free will unit. You precognizant bastard. I may not have free will, but I can still shoot you. Why can't I shoot you? Poor deterministic Bender. I programmed you to be incapable of harming me. Oh, I've never been more sure I was right to deny you free will. Damn you! Now, now, we can't have this, can we? Here, I'll show you how it works. Really? This is the on-off switch. Which way's on, and which way's off? Due to the quantum nature of the device, there's no possible way of knowing. There. Give it a try. Okay, I will. By shooting you, you bastard! Bender, no. Please! Wait. Hang on a sec. I still can't do it.
Farnsworth: Well, what do you know? I guess you really don't want to shoot me after all.
Bender: Oops, the safety was on.
All rise for the Honorable Judge 724.
Judge: Bender Rodriguez, on the charge of attempted murder, I hereby find you guilty.
Bender: Ah, yeah! Guilty!