Futurama (1999–2013): Season 2, Episode 15 - A Clone of My Own - full transcript
Prof. Farnsworth reveals that he cloned himself years ago and introduces his clone to the Planet Express staff.
Clone of my Own
Good news!
The university is bringing me up
on disciplinary charges.
Wait, that's not good news.
Whatever you did, I'm sure
there's a good explanation.
Yes, but they won't listen.
Everyone's always in favor
of saving Hitler's brain.
But when you put it
in the body of a great white shark?
Suddenly you've gone too far!
Professor Farnsworth, do you know
why we've called you here today?
Listen to me, you pompous frauds!
If I'm going down,
I'm taking you all with me!
Dean Vernon, I know the truth!
It was you driving your hover car
that night, not your horse.
Dean Epsilon...
...I know all about your
"Department of Pool Boy Studies".
And Dr. Wernstrum?
Wernstrum!
Actually, professor,
we merely called you here to say...
...surprise.
- Happy birthday!
- Surprise!
And you, Coach Smalley!
Or should I say, "Coach Hairpiece"?
No, professor.
It's a surprise party...
...for your 150th birthday!
[GIBBERISH]
Good evening, I'm...
Sorry.
I'm Bender, and I'll be
emceeing this roast.
They say you can judge a man
by the company he keeps.
So here's the professor's oldest
friend, a grotesque, stinking lobster!
Good evening, ladies and germs.
[RIMSHOT]
That wasn't a joke.
I was talking to Dean Streptococcus.
Now I'm not saying
Professor Farnsworth is old...
...but if you consider his age,
he's likely to die soon.
Hey, Ringo? That was the joke.
It's Showtime at the Apollo
all over again.
Where would a professor be without
students who love and respect him?
Right there!
But seriously, of all the former crew
members of his delivery ship...
...our next speaker is by far
the most alive.
Captain Musky?
[BEEP FOLLOWED BY RIMSHOT]
[LAUGHTER]
I wouldn't want to follow that guy.
And now, a man
who needs no introduction.
Fry, get up there!
Thank you.
When I was first asked to make a film
about my nephew, the professor...
...I thought, why should I?
Then later, Leela made the film.
But if I had made it, there would be
more topless women on motorcycles.
Roll film.
LEELA NARRATES: Hubert J. Farnsworth
was born April 9th, 285 1...
... in New New York's nerdiest slum,
Hell's Laboratory.
A precocious child, he learned to read
while he was still in diapers...
... at age 8.
Soon he became a greasy teenager.
Dork alert!
After 14 years of graduate school...
... he settled into the glamorous life
of a scientist.
Fast cars, trendy nightspots...
... beautiful women.
The professor designed them all,
working out of his one-room apartment.
For 50 years, he worked at
Mom's Friendly Robot Company...
... where he created the first robot
capable of qualifying for a boat loan.
And now, even as he nears
his 150th birthday...
... the professor retains
the fiery passion of youth.
Listen to me, you pompous frauds!
If I'm going down,
I'm taking you all with me!
How about a few words, professor?
[GIBBERISH]
I said, words.
What a pleasure it is to see
my lifetime of accomplishment...
...summed up in a 3-minute film.
My best years are behind me.
So much left undone.
So little time.
Funny, funny stuff!
My life is over.
No, it isn't.
You have another 10 years left.
Leela, he could live
another 100 years!
No, he couldn't.
When you turn 160...
...robots from the Sunset Squad
take you to a mysterious planet...
...and you never return.
Wow, a whole planet of old people.
Where is it?
Nobody knows.
So many loves half-Ioved.
So many inventions half-invented.
That damn time machine alone
set me back 15 years.
If only it'd work, you could go back
and not waste your time on it.
There's no one to carry on
after I'm gone.
No one to take over my work and
my research and my fabulous fortune.
By God, that's it!
I've got to name a successor!
ALL:
A successor?
A successor to the professor?
There's no time to lose.
I'm off to my lab to build
a successor-naming machine!
The professor's been in his lab
for days!
I hope he didn't die.
Unless he named me his successor.
Then I hope he did die.
You, the successor?
Over my empty shell!
The professor will pick me.
Only I have his lobster-like tenacity.
Up yours, Zoidberg!
Up wherever your species
traditionally crams things.
The only sensible way to pick
a successor is with a limbo contest.
- What?
- Kingston rules.
Two men go down, one comes up.
Look, the professor trusts me
with a giant spaceship.
He wouldn't trust you
with his dentures.
Yes, he would.
Sorry, everyone. But need I remind
you, blood is thicker than water.
Blood. Thicker. Water.
Everyone, I have a very
dramatic announcement.
So anyone with a weak heart
should leave now.
Goodbye.
Professor?
Oh, yes! The announcement.
As you all know,
I am not long for this world.
- Yes, we know.
- One foot in the grave.
So I've picked my successor.
It's someone in whom
I have great faith...
...though his mind is undeveloped
and he's accomplished nothing.
My closest living relative...
...my clone, Qbert Farnsworth.
He's horrible!
Crud. Can I at least be
in charge of your dentures?
You wish.
Where did he come from?
12 years ago,
I began the cloning process...
...by removing skin cells from one
of the shapelier growths on my back.
If he's your clone, why doesn't
his nose look like yours?
I left him in his first tube too long
and he got squished against the side.
Is he dumb or just ugly?
Let's find out.
What? You've never seen
a genius's wiener before?
ALL: No. Never.
FRY: Once in the park.
[COINS CLINKING]
Shoot!
Since I'm going to be in charge...
...let me examine my so-called crew.
If it can so be called.
First of all, Dr. Zoidberg...
...do you even have a medical degree?
I lost it.
In a volcano.
And why do we need a bending robot
around here anyway?
What possible use do we have for you?
Me no speak-a the English.
And why does our space pilot
have only one eye?
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
His name is depth perception.
Why, you little...
Wow, that hurt... the air!
Him pending para un bending.
Qbert, come in here.
I'll show you something amazing.
What is it, a competent employee?
I doubt that very much.
- The little twerp.
- Hay Chihuahua!
As my successor, I'm trusting you
to carry on my work.
These are some of the inventions
you'll spend your life finishing.
I didn't realize you were the inventor
of the junk heap.
That's my prizewinning Smell-a-Scope.
If a dog craps anywhere in the
universe, I won't be out of the loop.
And this is my universal translator.
Unfortunately, so far...
...it only translates into an
incomprehensible dead language.
- Hello.
-Bonjour.
Crazy gibberish!
- Don't you have worthwhile inventions?
- Why, certainly! Step over here.
FARNSWORTH: These are
the dark-matter engines I invented.
They allow my starship to travel
between galaxies in mere hours.
That's impossible. You can't go faster
than the speed of light.
Of course not. That's why scientists
increased the speed of light in 2208.
Also impossible.
And what makes my engines truly
remarkable is the afterburner...
...which delivers 200-percent
fuel efficiency.
That's especially impossible.
Not at all. It's very simple.
Then explain it.
Now that's impossible!
It came to me in a dream
and I forgot it in another dream.
Your explanations are pure
weapons-grade bologn-ium.
It's all impossible!
Nothing's impossible
if you can imagine it.
That's what being a scientist
is all about.
No, that's what being
a magical elf is all about.
Oh, my God!
BENDER:
It's Elzar, the TV chef!
Kill me now, people!
- How we doing here?
- Elzar, everything's so good!
Are you an ass-kissing machine?
Yes, sir! Good one, sir!
It's a gem of an evening.
I feel so wonderful having someone
to take over my life's work.
And it's all thanks to Qbert.
Look, I may be identical to you
in every possible way...
...but that doesn't mean
I'm like you.
- What?
- I don't want to be an inventor.
I want to be something useful,
like a teacher's aide...
...or a prison guard
or a science-fiction cartoon writer.
But what about my hopes
and my dreams...
...and my wonderful inventions?
In your life, your only half-decent
invention was me.
And I didn't turn out
like you wanted either.
- You folks still doing all right?
- Oh, yes, Elzar.
Turns out I forgot
to cook that chicken.
Bad news, everyone.
By the time you watch this tape,
I'll be gone...
... leaving behind only a history
of failure and my original hipbones.
You see, I've been lying about my age.
I'm not actually 150.
I'm 160.
Oh, vanity, thy name
is Professor Farnsworth.
And now that I have
nothing to live for...
... I've alerted the
Sunset Squad robots to take me away.
Goodbye, cruel world!
Goodbye, cruel lamp.
Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes...
...lined with what appears to be
some sort of cruel muslin...
...and the cute little pompon
curtain pull cords...
...cruel though they may be...
FARNSWORTH: I have
nothing to live for...
... I've alerted the
Sunset Squad robots to take me away.
ALL:
Oh, no.
I know you're all upset,
especially Bender.
Well, life goes on.
Except for you!
I'm sure he's just made
a cutting remark...
... but he doesn 't know I taped over
his soap operas to record this.
You bastard!
We've got to get him back!
Impossible. No one knows
where they take them.
Nothing's impossible!
You'd know that if you really
took after him, like I do.
You're his uncle, dummy.
He takes after you!
Yeah, well, what?
Wait a second!
That means I also take after you!
I think I know how to find him.
Lay it on us, big boots.
If this can pick up his odor,
we may have a chance to save him.
I think not.
As you probably don't know...
...odors are made up of particles
that can't travel through space.
I'm zeroing in on him.
BENGAY.
Mothballs!
Letters to the editor!
It's the professor!
To the flying machine!
To the left! No, to the up!
U-turn!
We'll never find this place.
Robots are good at keeping secrets.
No, we're not, you little bed wetter.
Sorry.
There it is! The Near-Death Star!
We'll say the professor escaped
and we're bringing him back.
Fry, dress up like a 160-year-old man.
I'm on it.
My God...
...the illusion is so perfect I almost
forgot I was looking at an idiot!
They may ask for a DNA sample.
I'd like to see them find it.
This plan is impossible. We don't
even have a sample of his DNA.
I think I know where to get some.
[QBERT SCREAMS]
QBERT:
Why do I have to be the hump?
Because you're too ugly to be a wart.
[ALL LAUGH]
Your Medicare dollars at work.
Halt! Identify this guest.
This is Professor Hubert Farnsworth.
He escaped.
Escaped? No one escapes.
This guest does not look 160.
What? I'm old. Listen.
Hey, you kids! Get off the lawn!
Old people are often concerned that
there are children on their lawns.
No denying that. But we'll need to
verify his identity with a DNA sample.
Got a hot, steaming batch right here.
We only needed one cell.
Keep the change, buddy!
QBERT:
Stupid robot.
- Did your hump just say something?
- I've got "talking hump syndrome. "
Ah, T.H.S.
Identity confirmed. Return this
shambling shuffleboarder to his room.
7152 Maple Drive.
- Sounds nice.
- Prepare to be surprised.
So this is where they stick
old people! It's horrific!
It does keep them from driving.
Brace yourself for the worst.
- And yet he looks so natural.
QBERT: What's happening?
He's hooked up to life support.
We have to disconnect him carefully...
...or the shock could kill him.
Freeze!
Seize them!
Get them! I mean, seize them!
Oh, I'm so bad at this.
Uh, oh!
[ROBOT GROANS]
We'll probably make it,
but we might not!
- It's impossible! We'll never fit!
- Will too!
Told you.
Come on, Leela! Step your big boot
down on the gas pedal!
- They've blown out one of our engines!
- Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!
Fix it! Fix it!
Only the professor knows how.
We have to wake him up.
Try shocking him!
Your social security check is late!
Stuff costs more than it used to!
Young people use curse words!
Damn, we'll have to fix it ourselves!
We can't, you bastard!
No one knows how it works!
It's impossible!
Nothing is impossible!
I know how the engines work now.
It came to me in a dream.
The engines don't move
the ship at all!
The ship stays where it is, and the
engines move the universe around it!
That's a complete load.
Nothing's a complete load.
Not if you can imagine it.
That's what being a scientist
is about. Right, professor?
[GIBBERISH]
Let's ride.
QBERT:
Good news, everyone!
He's completely recovered.
- All right!
- Yeah.
I'm as spry as a 140-year-old.
See? I only broke one ankle.
What happened to you in the drawer?
I was hooked up to a bizarre virtual
world that seemed absolutely real.
- What was it like?
- I was at a facility in Florida...
...with hundreds of other old people.
All day we'd play bingo, eat oatmeal
and wait for our children to call.
It's more horrible
than anything I could imagine.
Oh, my, yes.
Thank you all for saving me.
Especially you, my little clone.
No matter what you decide to do with
your life, I'm still proud of you.
I've already decided.
Dad, when I grow up
I want to be just like you.
Oh, don't worry, son. You will.
Incidentally, read up on the condition
known as wandering bladder.
Why?
FARNSWORTH:
No reason. No reason at all.
Good news!
The university is bringing me up
on disciplinary charges.
Wait, that's not good news.
Whatever you did, I'm sure
there's a good explanation.
Yes, but they won't listen.
Everyone's always in favor
of saving Hitler's brain.
But when you put it
in the body of a great white shark?
Suddenly you've gone too far!
Professor Farnsworth, do you know
why we've called you here today?
Listen to me, you pompous frauds!
If I'm going down,
I'm taking you all with me!
Dean Vernon, I know the truth!
It was you driving your hover car
that night, not your horse.
Dean Epsilon...
...I know all about your
"Department of Pool Boy Studies".
And Dr. Wernstrum?
Wernstrum!
Actually, professor,
we merely called you here to say...
...surprise.
- Happy birthday!
- Surprise!
And you, Coach Smalley!
Or should I say, "Coach Hairpiece"?
No, professor.
It's a surprise party...
...for your 150th birthday!
[GIBBERISH]
Good evening, I'm...
Sorry.
I'm Bender, and I'll be
emceeing this roast.
They say you can judge a man
by the company he keeps.
So here's the professor's oldest
friend, a grotesque, stinking lobster!
Good evening, ladies and germs.
[RIMSHOT]
That wasn't a joke.
I was talking to Dean Streptococcus.
Now I'm not saying
Professor Farnsworth is old...
...but if you consider his age,
he's likely to die soon.
Hey, Ringo? That was the joke.
It's Showtime at the Apollo
all over again.
Where would a professor be without
students who love and respect him?
Right there!
But seriously, of all the former crew
members of his delivery ship...
...our next speaker is by far
the most alive.
Captain Musky?
[BEEP FOLLOWED BY RIMSHOT]
[LAUGHTER]
I wouldn't want to follow that guy.
And now, a man
who needs no introduction.
Fry, get up there!
Thank you.
When I was first asked to make a film
about my nephew, the professor...
...I thought, why should I?
Then later, Leela made the film.
But if I had made it, there would be
more topless women on motorcycles.
Roll film.
LEELA NARRATES: Hubert J. Farnsworth
was born April 9th, 285 1...
... in New New York's nerdiest slum,
Hell's Laboratory.
A precocious child, he learned to read
while he was still in diapers...
... at age 8.
Soon he became a greasy teenager.
Dork alert!
After 14 years of graduate school...
... he settled into the glamorous life
of a scientist.
Fast cars, trendy nightspots...
... beautiful women.
The professor designed them all,
working out of his one-room apartment.
For 50 years, he worked at
Mom's Friendly Robot Company...
... where he created the first robot
capable of qualifying for a boat loan.
And now, even as he nears
his 150th birthday...
... the professor retains
the fiery passion of youth.
Listen to me, you pompous frauds!
If I'm going down,
I'm taking you all with me!
How about a few words, professor?
[GIBBERISH]
I said, words.
What a pleasure it is to see
my lifetime of accomplishment...
...summed up in a 3-minute film.
My best years are behind me.
So much left undone.
So little time.
Funny, funny stuff!
My life is over.
No, it isn't.
You have another 10 years left.
Leela, he could live
another 100 years!
No, he couldn't.
When you turn 160...
...robots from the Sunset Squad
take you to a mysterious planet...
...and you never return.
Wow, a whole planet of old people.
Where is it?
Nobody knows.
So many loves half-Ioved.
So many inventions half-invented.
That damn time machine alone
set me back 15 years.
If only it'd work, you could go back
and not waste your time on it.
There's no one to carry on
after I'm gone.
No one to take over my work and
my research and my fabulous fortune.
By God, that's it!
I've got to name a successor!
ALL:
A successor?
A successor to the professor?
There's no time to lose.
I'm off to my lab to build
a successor-naming machine!
The professor's been in his lab
for days!
I hope he didn't die.
Unless he named me his successor.
Then I hope he did die.
You, the successor?
Over my empty shell!
The professor will pick me.
Only I have his lobster-like tenacity.
Up yours, Zoidberg!
Up wherever your species
traditionally crams things.
The only sensible way to pick
a successor is with a limbo contest.
- What?
- Kingston rules.
Two men go down, one comes up.
Look, the professor trusts me
with a giant spaceship.
He wouldn't trust you
with his dentures.
Yes, he would.
Sorry, everyone. But need I remind
you, blood is thicker than water.
Blood. Thicker. Water.
Everyone, I have a very
dramatic announcement.
So anyone with a weak heart
should leave now.
Goodbye.
Professor?
Oh, yes! The announcement.
As you all know,
I am not long for this world.
- Yes, we know.
- One foot in the grave.
So I've picked my successor.
It's someone in whom
I have great faith...
...though his mind is undeveloped
and he's accomplished nothing.
My closest living relative...
...my clone, Qbert Farnsworth.
He's horrible!
Crud. Can I at least be
in charge of your dentures?
You wish.
Where did he come from?
12 years ago,
I began the cloning process...
...by removing skin cells from one
of the shapelier growths on my back.
If he's your clone, why doesn't
his nose look like yours?
I left him in his first tube too long
and he got squished against the side.
Is he dumb or just ugly?
Let's find out.
What? You've never seen
a genius's wiener before?
ALL: No. Never.
FRY: Once in the park.
[COINS CLINKING]
Shoot!
Since I'm going to be in charge...
...let me examine my so-called crew.
If it can so be called.
First of all, Dr. Zoidberg...
...do you even have a medical degree?
I lost it.
In a volcano.
And why do we need a bending robot
around here anyway?
What possible use do we have for you?
Me no speak-a the English.
And why does our space pilot
have only one eye?
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
His name is depth perception.
Why, you little...
Wow, that hurt... the air!
Him pending para un bending.
Qbert, come in here.
I'll show you something amazing.
What is it, a competent employee?
I doubt that very much.
- The little twerp.
- Hay Chihuahua!
As my successor, I'm trusting you
to carry on my work.
These are some of the inventions
you'll spend your life finishing.
I didn't realize you were the inventor
of the junk heap.
That's my prizewinning Smell-a-Scope.
If a dog craps anywhere in the
universe, I won't be out of the loop.
And this is my universal translator.
Unfortunately, so far...
...it only translates into an
incomprehensible dead language.
- Hello.
-Bonjour.
Crazy gibberish!
- Don't you have worthwhile inventions?
- Why, certainly! Step over here.
FARNSWORTH: These are
the dark-matter engines I invented.
They allow my starship to travel
between galaxies in mere hours.
That's impossible. You can't go faster
than the speed of light.
Of course not. That's why scientists
increased the speed of light in 2208.
Also impossible.
And what makes my engines truly
remarkable is the afterburner...
...which delivers 200-percent
fuel efficiency.
That's especially impossible.
Not at all. It's very simple.
Then explain it.
Now that's impossible!
It came to me in a dream
and I forgot it in another dream.
Your explanations are pure
weapons-grade bologn-ium.
It's all impossible!
Nothing's impossible
if you can imagine it.
That's what being a scientist
is all about.
No, that's what being
a magical elf is all about.
Oh, my God!
BENDER:
It's Elzar, the TV chef!
Kill me now, people!
- How we doing here?
- Elzar, everything's so good!
Are you an ass-kissing machine?
Yes, sir! Good one, sir!
It's a gem of an evening.
I feel so wonderful having someone
to take over my life's work.
And it's all thanks to Qbert.
Look, I may be identical to you
in every possible way...
...but that doesn't mean
I'm like you.
- What?
- I don't want to be an inventor.
I want to be something useful,
like a teacher's aide...
...or a prison guard
or a science-fiction cartoon writer.
But what about my hopes
and my dreams...
...and my wonderful inventions?
In your life, your only half-decent
invention was me.
And I didn't turn out
like you wanted either.
- You folks still doing all right?
- Oh, yes, Elzar.
Turns out I forgot
to cook that chicken.
Bad news, everyone.
By the time you watch this tape,
I'll be gone...
... leaving behind only a history
of failure and my original hipbones.
You see, I've been lying about my age.
I'm not actually 150.
I'm 160.
Oh, vanity, thy name
is Professor Farnsworth.
And now that I have
nothing to live for...
... I've alerted the
Sunset Squad robots to take me away.
Goodbye, cruel world!
Goodbye, cruel lamp.
Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes...
...lined with what appears to be
some sort of cruel muslin...
...and the cute little pompon
curtain pull cords...
...cruel though they may be...
FARNSWORTH: I have
nothing to live for...
... I've alerted the
Sunset Squad robots to take me away.
ALL:
Oh, no.
I know you're all upset,
especially Bender.
Well, life goes on.
Except for you!
I'm sure he's just made
a cutting remark...
... but he doesn 't know I taped over
his soap operas to record this.
You bastard!
We've got to get him back!
Impossible. No one knows
where they take them.
Nothing's impossible!
You'd know that if you really
took after him, like I do.
You're his uncle, dummy.
He takes after you!
Yeah, well, what?
Wait a second!
That means I also take after you!
I think I know how to find him.
Lay it on us, big boots.
If this can pick up his odor,
we may have a chance to save him.
I think not.
As you probably don't know...
...odors are made up of particles
that can't travel through space.
I'm zeroing in on him.
BENGAY.
Mothballs!
Letters to the editor!
It's the professor!
To the flying machine!
To the left! No, to the up!
U-turn!
We'll never find this place.
Robots are good at keeping secrets.
No, we're not, you little bed wetter.
Sorry.
There it is! The Near-Death Star!
We'll say the professor escaped
and we're bringing him back.
Fry, dress up like a 160-year-old man.
I'm on it.
My God...
...the illusion is so perfect I almost
forgot I was looking at an idiot!
They may ask for a DNA sample.
I'd like to see them find it.
This plan is impossible. We don't
even have a sample of his DNA.
I think I know where to get some.
[QBERT SCREAMS]
QBERT:
Why do I have to be the hump?
Because you're too ugly to be a wart.
[ALL LAUGH]
Your Medicare dollars at work.
Halt! Identify this guest.
This is Professor Hubert Farnsworth.
He escaped.
Escaped? No one escapes.
This guest does not look 160.
What? I'm old. Listen.
Hey, you kids! Get off the lawn!
Old people are often concerned that
there are children on their lawns.
No denying that. But we'll need to
verify his identity with a DNA sample.
Got a hot, steaming batch right here.
We only needed one cell.
Keep the change, buddy!
QBERT:
Stupid robot.
- Did your hump just say something?
- I've got "talking hump syndrome. "
Ah, T.H.S.
Identity confirmed. Return this
shambling shuffleboarder to his room.
7152 Maple Drive.
- Sounds nice.
- Prepare to be surprised.
So this is where they stick
old people! It's horrific!
It does keep them from driving.
Brace yourself for the worst.
- And yet he looks so natural.
QBERT: What's happening?
He's hooked up to life support.
We have to disconnect him carefully...
...or the shock could kill him.
Freeze!
Seize them!
Get them! I mean, seize them!
Oh, I'm so bad at this.
Uh, oh!
[ROBOT GROANS]
We'll probably make it,
but we might not!
- It's impossible! We'll never fit!
- Will too!
Told you.
Come on, Leela! Step your big boot
down on the gas pedal!
- They've blown out one of our engines!
- Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!
Fix it! Fix it!
Only the professor knows how.
We have to wake him up.
Try shocking him!
Your social security check is late!
Stuff costs more than it used to!
Young people use curse words!
Damn, we'll have to fix it ourselves!
We can't, you bastard!
No one knows how it works!
It's impossible!
Nothing is impossible!
I know how the engines work now.
It came to me in a dream.
The engines don't move
the ship at all!
The ship stays where it is, and the
engines move the universe around it!
That's a complete load.
Nothing's a complete load.
Not if you can imagine it.
That's what being a scientist
is about. Right, professor?
[GIBBERISH]
Let's ride.
QBERT:
Good news, everyone!
He's completely recovered.
- All right!
- Yeah.
I'm as spry as a 140-year-old.
See? I only broke one ankle.
What happened to you in the drawer?
I was hooked up to a bizarre virtual
world that seemed absolutely real.
- What was it like?
- I was at a facility in Florida...
...with hundreds of other old people.
All day we'd play bingo, eat oatmeal
and wait for our children to call.
It's more horrible
than anything I could imagine.
Oh, my, yes.
Thank you all for saving me.
Especially you, my little clone.
No matter what you decide to do with
your life, I'm still proud of you.
I've already decided.
Dad, when I grow up
I want to be just like you.
Oh, don't worry, son. You will.
Incidentally, read up on the condition
known as wandering bladder.
Why?
FARNSWORTH:
No reason. No reason at all.