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Mrs. Wong, do you have a neckerchief I could borrow?
One eye? Lobster mooch? Drunken garbage can?
Oof! Ay! Ah!
Sandstorm!
draw mustache on priceless painting and fill pool with brine shrimp.
I raised her from a larva that ate one of my sweaters.
Oh, no! Martians kidnap Amy!
Tribe suffer heap big buyer's remorse. We want land back.
Until now, you've gotten by on my leftover charisma...
You have true reverence for Mother Mars.
Mmm. I might have mental anguish.
scrounging off it like a tiny charisma parasite.
I have a blister. L-I spit.
Your gasp intrigue me. Explain.
Betsy's the only one left. She was curled up in my hamper when the storm hit.
I can't control my camouflage reflex.
when our ancestor, Sir Reginald Wong, bought Mars from stupid natives.
The buggalo! They're in the crater!
We have misjudge you, green one.
Wait! I'm too rich to be kidnap!
and we carve a bunch of our presidents into your sacred mountain.
Only those who revere Mother Mars can fly buggalo.
This time we get most decorate lawman in the whole universe.
a demented, knife-wielding, escaped-lunatic Libertarian zombie mutant snuck up and...
You mean... Oh, no, please. I beg you. Oh, for the love of...
I'll get your daughter back, sir. I swear.
Betsy's the only one left. She was curl up in my hamper when the storm hit.
You here five hours and already you tear up couch...
- Oh, Inez, with them stolen, we ruined! - Okay, I want a divorce.
No one ever dare go there.
Tribe suffer heap big buyer's remorse. We want land back.
These buggalo aren't yours. They belong to the Wong family.
We assumed our ancestors were cheat because they not have concept of ownership.
Then Kif flew Betsy, rescue me from the tornado...
a demented, knife-wielding, escape-lunatic Libertarian zombie mutant snuck up and...
Everybody just calm down. Kif promise he'd catch the rustlers.
And then, while they sat helplessly around the campfire...
This mission is incredibly dangerous.
Martians have no land. They've been gently encouraged...
Dump trash wherever you want. Big, empty planet.
The principle's essentially the same.
I shall go bargain with the Martians personally.
to live on reservation deep underground.
Mon, it must take forever to brand all those cattle.
Oh. She won't leave me alone.
Ah, that right. We finally get to spend some time with this Mr. Kif.
to live on reservation deep underground.
But now we take girl instead.
Actually, I don't have bones.
but I keep them inside until I can write them in my diary.
Moving along. Why you trespass on our land?
Oh, now they'll never think I'm manly enough to date their daughter.
Once, not far from here...
if she ever get married.
a demented, knife-wielding, escaped-lunatic Libertarian zombie mutant snuck up and...
That's natural. After all, you're meek and uninteresting.
Spare me your tedious life story, Kif.
You're pathetic.
One eye? Lobster mooch? Drunken garbage can?
a demented, knife-wielding, escaped-lunatic Libertarian zombie mutant snuck up and...
It's a gigantic diamond! That thing must be worth a fortune!
- Hey, we can't lose. - No, Kif. It's too risky.
at the tragic exploitation of a proud, bead-loving people.
Robot gets bored and kills Fry with a hammer! Sorry, go on.
- Oh, Kif, you're so brave. - Shh! They'll hear us!
I'm... I'm a little nervous about meeting her family.
and we carve a bunch of our presidents into your sacred mountain.
Ma, Pa, our precious ranch!
And wipe your damn feet!
What's that weird sound?
and lead them on a rough, tough cattle drive.
and lead them on a rough, tough cattle drive.