Leela: [starts by humming to herself, but is caught unawares when space pirates attack the ship] HUH! SPACE PIRATES!
Fry: Space pirates?
Leela: You know, pirates, but in space.
Leela: Fry to battlestations. Fire torpedo number three!
Leela: Look, I miss Bender almost half as much as you do, but you can't bring him back this way; it's hopeless.
Fry: You can't give up hope just because it's hopeless, you've got to hope even more and cover your ears and go blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!
Leela: Well, you obviously won't listen to reason, so I guess I'll listen to idioticness, and come with you.
Leela: Fry, if I drop dead from exhaustion, make sure my body freezes in a dignified position. None of that huddled-over-for-warmth crap.
Head Monk: You see, the telescope is also an amplifying transmitter.
Leela: Sorta like a giant karaoke machine?
Head Monk: Not really. Would you like to see our giant karaoke machine?
Leela: Not really.