"Fry," Leela finally turns to regard him with a narrowed eye, hands at her hips. "There is no 'End of the Universe.' We've been all over it and I haven't seen too many cataclysmic events, have you?

"Besides, we live in New New York. What could be so great about a bar somewhere else? We see almost everything here."

Once again she goes back to her check-list, hoping she's defeated his eagerness.