Fry enters a mechanics shop that looks a lot like Planet Express.
Customer (Fry): Hello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.)
Fry: Hello, Miss?
Owner (Professor): What do you mean "miss"?
Fry: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
Professor: We're closing for lunch.
Fry: Forget that, old dude. I wish to complain about this robot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Professor: Oh yes, the, uh, the Bender...What's, uh...What's wrong with it?
Fry: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad: (wobbly pulls a shutdown Bender out of a sack) HE's dead!
Professor: No, no, 'e's uh ...he's resting.
Fry: Look, pal, I know a dead robot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
Professor: No, no he's not dead, he's, he's resting! Remarkable robot, the Bender, isn't he? Really strong!
Fry: Strength doesn't enter into it. He's stone dead.
Professor: No-no-no-no, no, no! HE's resting!
Fry: All right then, if he's resting, I'll wake him up! (Shouts at Bender) Hello, Bender! I've got a bottle of booze for you Bender... (Professor moves an arm)
Professor: There, he moved!
Fry: No he didn't, that was you lifting his arm!
Professor: I never!
Fry: Yes, you did!
Professor: I never, never did anything...
Fry: (yelling and hitting Bender repeatedly) HELLO BENDER! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call! (Takes off Bender's head and thumps it on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.) Now that's what I call a dead robot.
Professor: No, no...No, he's stunned!
Fry: STUNNED?!
P: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was waking up! Bending Units stun easily, you know.
F: Um...now look...now look, pal, I've definitely had enough of this. That robot is definitely deceased, and when I bought it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out following a prolonged sex drive.
P: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the pubs.
F: PINING for the PUBS?! What kind of talk is that? Look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got him home?
P: The Bender prefers napping on its back! Remarkable robot, isn't he, lad? Very strong!
F: Look, I took the liberty of examining that bot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its shelf in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.
(Pause)
P: Well, of course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that robot down, it would have ran off with a VOOM! Feeweeweewee!
F: "VOOM"?! Bub, this robot wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! HE's (bleep)-ing demised!
P: No, no! HE's pining!
F: HE's not pining! HE's passed on! This robot is no more! He has ceased to be! HE's expired and gone to meet his maker! HE's a stiff! Bereft of life, He rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the shelf he'd be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! HE's off the twig! HE's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the (bleep)-ing choir invisible! THIS IS AN EX-ROBOT!
P: I DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS JOB, YOU KNOW!
F: I beg your pardon...?
P: I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE (rips off the lab coat and shirt to reveal a plaid sweater) A LUMBERJACK!