Futurama Season 3 Episode 13 - Bendin' In The Wind

Futurama [3x13] Bendin' In The Wind CiWaN
Froggy went a-Courtin '...
And he did ride, uh-Huh...
Froggy went a-Courtin ' and he did ride...
Blah, blah, Bender's great...
Froggy went a-Courtin '...
And Bender is great, uh-Huh...
Oh, my God! They dug up a bag
of olestra chips from my time!
There must be layers and
layers of old stuff down there.
Is that one of those Led Zeppelins?
No, it's an old Volkswagen van!
Mind if I take this old van?
Sure. You wanna dump the
corpses out of there, it's yours.
Yeah, I've gotten used cars before.
What's that?
One of those Jefferson Starships?
It's called a van.
And in light of the fact it's not
rocking, I invite you to come knocking.
Ooh.
Neat.
It's a triumph of German engineering!
The speedometer only goes up to 80.
It can't go faster than 80,000 mph?
No, but it's got a driver's-Side
floor and an eight-Track player!
Where's the device that lets you
speed or slow the passage of time?
Under the seat.
Why won't it start?
It needs gas.
Wrong again, idiot. There is no gas.
Petroleum reserves ran dry in 2038.
Gas was an environmental disaster.
We use alternative fuels.
Like what?
Whale oil.
Bender, lift it up to the can opener.
Oh, no!
Last time, that magnetic
psycho nearly cut my head off!
Plus the magnet impairs your inhibition
unit and makes you sing folk songs.
What? Who said anything about me
secretly wanting to be a folk singer?
If you don't open that can now,
your fear will own you, and nothing's worse!
Okay! Okay, I can do this.
It's time to take life by the cans.
Come on, you can do it!
Go on, you dummy!
Jimmy cracked corn and I don 't care...
Ah!
Jimmy cracked corn and I don 't care...
Ah!
Oh, no!
'Cause the master's gone away...
It's toe-Tappingly tragic!
Doc, I can't move my arms and legs!
What's wrong with me?
This is the worst part of the job.
Good news?
Bender, your hydraulics are shot.
You'll never move again.
You mean...?
Sorry, you'll have to get a new one.
Oh, no!
Poor Bender!
Well, let's drag him to the curb.
Wait! Bender is my best friend.
We can't just dump him in the
gutter like Grandma's ashes.
Oh, my life is over.
I'll never know happiness again!
Hello, there.
Look! It's Patch Cord Adams!
He heals with the power of laughter.
Come on, take it.
Can't move your arms?
No, or I'd be strangling you right now!
Here's a giggle!
Why do they use Windows
3000 as a prison guard?
Why?
Because it always locks up.
For God's sake, somebody kick his ass!
Well, so long. Get well soon.
Oh, well, so long anyway.
I'm doomed.
Everybody leave me alone!
I don't want to be seen this way.
You look so sad. Do you want me
to send Patch Cord Adams back in?
Hey, the blues! The tragic
sound of other people suffering.
That's kind of a pick-Me-Up.
That was great!
Thanks. Are you a fan?
I don't know. Let me see.
Oh, my God, you're Beck!
I'd get up to shake hands and steal
your wallet, but my body crapped out.
I used to miss my body too...
But then I fished this mannequin
out of the 92c Store dumpster.
We've got a lot in common.
I always dreamed of being a musician-Poet...
Who transcends genres
even as he reinvents them.
So do it. It's easier than it looks.
Thanks, but it's hopeless.
I'll never be a musician now.
Or maybe...
You'll be the best musician ever.
What's this for?
Try and scrape it across your
chest like a knife on burnt toast.
Move those arms!