"Fry," Leela says, her voice patronizing. "That's because your definition of cool stuff and my definition of cool stuff tend to differ slightly.

"Last time it was a hairball that looked like Abe Lincoln's head; the time before that it was something called a Rollo you had found in your pocket, covered in lint."

She goes back to her check-list, efficiently scrutinizing each piece of new inventory in the Planet Express stockroom and ticking it off on her clipboard, nearly forgetting Fry is there.