That Guy: There are two kinds of people: sheep and sharks. Anyone who is a sheep is fired. Who is a sheep?
Dr. Zoidberg: Errr, excuse me... which is the one people like to hug?
That Guy: Gutsy question. You're a shark. Sharks are winners, and they don't look back because they have no necks. Necks are for sheep.
That Guy: [Starts contorting violently] My bones!
Fry: Oh, my God! His boneitis!
That Guy: I was so busy being an '80s guy, I forgot to cure it!
[Contorts some more]
That Guy: My one regret is... that I have... boneitis.
[Dies in a hideously contorted manner]
Fry: Boneitis? That's a funny name for a horrible disease.
That Guy: There was no cure at the time. A drug company came close, but I arranged a hostile takeover and sold off all the assets. Made a cool hundred mil.
Hermes Conrad: We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral!
That Guy: Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood!
Amy Wong: Look, everyone wants to be more like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of will?
Prof. Hubert J. Farnsworth: This is not a business. I always thought of it more as a cheap source of labor, like a family.
Fry: So, what's the deal? You guys don't believe in Robot Jesus?
Robot Rabbi: We believe that he was built, and that he was a well-programmed robot, but he wasn't our messiah.
Steve Castle: Let's practice your answers. "I'm worried about blank."
Fry: Don't you worry about blank. Let me worry about blank
Leela: Fry, we're worried about Planet Express.
Fry: Don't you worry about Planet Express. Let me worry about blank.
Hattie McDoogal: "Millionaires", nothing! The stock's only worth three kajiggers!
[the staff mumble]
Bender: Oh come on!
Hermes Conrad: My Jah! It's worth less now than when it was *worthless*!
Dr. Zoidberg: Once again, the conservative, sandwich-heavy portfolio pays off for the hungry investor.
[eats the old rotten sandwich in his hand]
Dr. Zoidberg: Oh, I'm ruined!
Dr. Zoidberg: This company's circuling the drain, I tell you! I'd sell my shares right now for a sandwich.
That Guy: Sold!
[Gives Zoidberg a sandwich and takes his shares]
Dr. Zoidberg: A complete sandwich? Ha! You got fleeced! I would have settled for a hard roll with ketchup inside.
Leela: [after seeing the confusing new Planet Express ad] That was terrible! People won't even know what we do.
Bender: *I* don't even know what we do. Nah just kidding, heh. What are we, like a bus or something?
Mom: [Watching Fry moon her] You call that a pressed ham? Walt, hit the retaliate button!
[Walt searches for the button]
Mom: Press any button! They all retaliate!
Leela: I'm a millionaire! Suddenly I have an opinion about the capital gains tax.