Billy West credited as playing...
Philip J. Fry • Prof. Hubert J. Farnsworth • Dr. Zoidberg
- Leela: In my dream, Fry said he hid a gift for me in his locker... if it's true, then he *must* still exist in some form!
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Of course he still exists... as a frozen corpse in outer space! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Huh!
- [moans]
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: I made myself sad!
- Leela: Are you saying I'm going crazy?
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: No, no, no one's saying that. But I'm certainly thinking it loudly.
- Philip J. Fry: I thought if you heard a familiar voice, it might help you wake up. But who knows if it really got through?
- Leela: It got through, Fry. It got through.
- [hugs Fry and then whispers]
- Leela: You could really use a shower.
- Philip J. Fry: [whispers] You, too.
- Bender: This is great! My buddy's alive, and his credit cards are valid again! Let's go get hammered!
- [All cheer]
- Dr. Zoidberg: I should warn you. I'm a mean drunk.
- Leela: [laying on a table] Is this some kind of brain scanner, Professor?
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Of a sort. In France they call it a guillotine.
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: These bees are larger than most Buicks, and twice as ugly.
- Fry: Larger than an American sedan? How big is the honeycomb?
- Hermes Conrad: Honeycomb's big, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Bender: It's not small?
- Hermes Conrad: No, no, no.
- Philip J. Fry: [tearfully] Just wake up, Leela. Just wake up.
- Leela: [wakes up] Fry?
- Philip J. Fry: Leela! You're awake!
- Leela: Of course I'm awake. You wouldn't stop waking me.
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Bad news, everyone: you're not good enough for your next mission.
- Philip J. Fry: Yay! Not Good enough!
- Bender: We live to suck another day.
- Leela: Why? Says who?
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Because! Says me! This job killed my last crew.
- Leela: What's the mission?
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: Collecting honey, ordinary honey.
- Leela: That doesn't sound so bad.
- Professor Hubert Farnsworth: This is no ordinary honey!
- Leela: One spoonful to calm me down.
- [Takes a spoonful of Space Honey, and drops on the couch, with her eye half-closed; sits back up loosely]
- Leela: Okay... I got a pretty good calm going. Two spoonfuls to help me sleep.
- [Takes a second spoonful and leans back against the couch]
- Leela: Uh-oh, still awake... I guess one more spoonful couldn't hurt -
- [as she reaches for the Space Honey, she knocks over the jar of Royal Jelly, spilling it all over the couch]
- Leela: Oh, my gosh! I'd better get a sponge!
- [the Royal Jelly is seen recombing and sliding up the couch to configure Fry's image; hysteric, Leela rubs her eye]
- Leela: Fry? Is that you? I don't need a sponge!
- Philip J. Fry: [Smacks his lips and opens his eyes; he moves his arm in front of him] Why am I sticky and naked...? Did I miss something fun?
- Philip J. Fry: [Fry falls into the space bees' royal jelly] Help! I can't swim in jelly, as far as I know!