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with paradox-absorbing crumple zones.
Huddled together in fear, like lice in a burning wig.
Oof!
Mobsters beating up a shopkeeper for protection money.
In all the tinsel and terror of the holiday season...
Bring it on, Santa! That bloodthirsty cadaver junkie can't touch us...
Mobsters beating up a shopkeeper for protection money.
These letters are real butt nutter. Listen to this one.
Gee whiz, Santa.
Chanukah Zombie's having a luau at the B'nai B'rith. You comin'?
- An omen? - Dinner.
Sacred boar of Western and Eastern Samoa...
I don't know, moron. Suppose I bend 'em?
Holy night! Intruders!
Ah, bathtub eggnog.
today took the plunge into a river of liquid ammonia.
- Go for the shin! - Aah! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Ow!
Gee whiz, Santa.
What are you talking about, you crouton? You said it yourself.
We got a deactivate robot walking here.
Santa Claus, you stand accuse of crimes against humanity.
You choke him with a chestnut last year...
Old tea bags, chew gum, apple cores?
You hit me. You owe me a dollar.
Can't I have a scent bath in peace?
freshly bake into our memories...
# If I weren't stuck here frozen I'd harpoon you in the eye #
I remind you to bolt your doors...
really tore up my insides.
Ninety-one. How dare you lie in front of Jesus.
Oh, I smell a juicy promotion for me.
This wang chung.
- He's trap! - Hooray!
Hey, chief, you screw up. There's nothing in here.
to be execute at sundown.
I don't know, moron. Suppose I bend 'em?
# We are getting awfully tired and we can't work any faster #
freshly baked into our memories...
Santa Claus, I hereby sentence you...
In my day, Xmas was supposed to bring people together, not blow them apart.
# Now it's very nearly Xmas #
Exactly as naughty!
Especially for Bender.
I'm running late, and if I don't complete my brutal rampage...
as long as we're not stupid enough to leave this building.
we too often underestimate that murderous brute...
In my day, Xmas was supposed to bring people together, not blow them apart.
I don't know. Usually when I do stuff like this, the ship moves.
- We brought you mail. - Don't you ever knock?
Sure, but who's gonna do anything about it?
At least they understand you. You know what I'm saying?
We're pushing as hard as we can.
- Now we can make toys again. - Toys! Toys! Toys!
This guy's too trustworthy. What's his angle?
Deactivated robot walking!
we too often underestimate that murderous brute...
- Thanks be I had these bulletproof shutters installed.
This creates an unrealistic standard of beauty.
Wait a second. Maybe your futuristic Xmas isn't so rotten, after all.
# We are free and fairly sober #
Oh, we're doomed! Every year we're doomed.
I just hope that dumb chicken is ashamed of himself.
# And they're made from inferior wood #
Oh, look. A cute little welcoming party.
# And though you're cold and sore and ugly #
Eww! It went sour!
After all the good we tried to do, Xmas turned out as rotten as ever.
Awful. Let's read some more. "Dear Santa..."
I just hope that dumb chicken is ashamed of himself.
I'm running late, and if I don't complete my brutal rampage...
# Then you'll all work triple shifts #
as long as we're not stupid enough to leave this building.