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Topeka, Kansas, United States 
lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition.
- Isaac Asimov
🙁
Farnsworth: Oh my God!!
Fry: What is it?
Farnsworth: It's..It's...It's my new pager!
🤓
"He's in love," said Gaspode. "It's very tricky."
"Yeah, I know how it is," said the cat sympathetically. "People throwing
old boots and things at you."
(Moving Pictures)
😲
Book: "He said, 'Live with a man forty years, share his house, his meals, speak
on every subject... then tie him up and hold him over the volcano's edge.
And on that day, you will finally meet the man.' "
Simon: "What if you don't live near a volcano?"
Book: "I expect he was being poetical."
Simon: "Sadistic crap legitimized by florid prose. Tell me you're not a
fan."
Book: "I'm just wondering if they were. The people who did this to your
sister."
🙂