I just love The Sting:
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!
Farnsworth: Of course he still exists... as a frozen corpse in outer space! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Huh!
[moans]
Farnsworth: I made myself sad!
Leela: Why? Says who?
Farnsworth: Because! Says me! This job killed my last crew.
Leela: What's the mission?
Farnsworth: Collecting honey, ordinary honey.
Leela: That doesn't sound so bad.
Farnsworth: This is no ordinary honey!
Leela: Is this some kind of brain scanner, Professor?
Farnsworth: Of a sort. In France they call it a guillotine