Mr. Panucci: [Back in 1988] Hey, Barack! Pizza goin' out. Come on!
Barack Obama: Man, I've got to go back to law school.
Philip J. Fry: Pffft! I'm not gonna wind up a loser like that guy.
[Fry sneezes, launching his tissue walrus on a slice of the pizza they are eating]
Yancy Fry Jr.: Ew!
Yancy Fry, Sr.: I've had worse. When I was shot down over Korea I had to eat Kimchi. He was our interpreter.
Yancy Fry, Sr.: You still haven't thanked me for pulling you out of the lake, soldier.
Philip J. Fry: I could have flip-flopped out.
Yancy Fry, Sr.: I know that. I know I give you the business sometimes, but if I'm hard on you it's only because I want you to grow up strong and resilient. Someday, you may face adversities so preposterous, I can't even conceive of them. But I know you'll pull through and make me proud. I love you, son. Now, bundle up. I don't want you getting frozen.
Yancy Fry, Sr.: Double time, soldier. I want this ice fishing operation up and running by 0800 hours.
Philip J. Fry: [shivers] It's too cold, Dad. My teen region is freezing off.
Yancy Fry, Sr.: [blows raspberry] You don't know what cold is. I once survived an entire week trapped in a Swiss glacier eating nothing but frozen Neanderthal. To this day, I can't stand the taste of early hominid.
Philip J. Fry: Help! I'm drowning!
Yancy Fry, Sr.: Don't worry, son. You'll freeze before you drown.