To shreds you say...

FARNSWORTH:
Dear Lord, that's over 150 atmospheres of pressure.

FRY: How many atmospheres can this ship withstand?

FARNSWORTH: Well it's a spaceship, so I'd say anywhere between zero and one.

Edit: Sorry I'm not sure why my comment was added as a reply to the parent comment.

Everyone’s always in favor of saving Hitler’s brain, but when you put it in the body of a great white shark. Ohhh, suddenly you’ve gone too far.

You changed the outcome by observing it!

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

Well, I am already in my pajamas

this is going to be one hell of a bowel movement, afterwards he'll be lucky if he has any bones left

I quote "Tell them I hate them" all the time, especially at work when someone does something unexpected that forces me to fix it.

From Fry and the Slurm Factory

"And here's where I keep assorted lengths of wire."

"To shreds you say? How's his wife holding up? To shreds you say?"

"I can, but that's because I'm not a penniless hippie!"

"This is the perfect chance for Fry to try out my new anti-pressure pills"

"I can't swallow that!"

"Well then 'Good News!' It's a suppository!"

Ohh, a lesson in not changing history from Mr. "I'm My Own Grandfather"! Let's just steal the damn dish and get out of here! Screw history!

Professor has some classic lines:

Professor! Lava! Hot!

Good news! It's a suppository.

Oh, don't worry, Fry. I too once spent a nightmare-ish time in a robot asylum. But now it's nearly over. So long.

Farnsworth: "Remember to take your anti-pressure pills everyone!"

Fry: "I can't swallow this!"

Farnsworth: "Good news! It's a suppository!"

Good News, Everyone!

What's the matter compressor?

Nothing's the matter, now that I fixed the matter compressor.

I can wire anything directly into anything; I'm the professor!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGKxWatPkd0

Fifty-three years old? Oh... now I'll need a fake ID to rent ultraporn!

Why..? Why..? Why didn't I break his legs?!

"I don't want to live on this planet anymore"

Wernstrom!

So that's what things would be like if I'd invented the fing longer. A man can dream though. A man can dream.

Heather: Sir, it's not necessary or wise to be naked.

Farnsworth: You sound just like my tennis instructor!

Professor Farnsworth: You can't just waltz into the Central Bureaucracy. It's a tangled web of red tape and regulations. I've never been, but a friend of mine went completely mad trying to find the washroom there.

Leela: Then we'll need a guide, someone who's been there before.

Professor Farnsworth: Oh, I've been there. Lots of times. [laughs maniacally]

"I survived with only tribial bray dablage"

Here let me show you some of the different lengths of wire I used.

Leela: “He’s been in there a long time. I’m going in after him!”

Farnsworth (exasperated pointing): “Professor. Lava. Hot!”

Whoa fire indeed hot

They say madness runs in our family. Some even call me mad. And why? Because I dared to dream of my own race of atomic monsters, atomic supermen with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood

Leela: Uh, Professor, are we even allowed in the Forbidden Zone?

Prof. Farnsworth: Why, of course! It's just a name! Like the Death Zone or the Zone of No Return. All the zones have names like that in the Galaxy of Terror!

All of them.

Now I'm too young to rent UltraPorn.

Very well. If cop a feel I must, then cop a feel I shall!

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the angry dome.

That and:

Leela: Depth at 45 hundred feet, 48 hundred, 50 hundred! 5000 feet!

Farnsworth: Dear Lord, that's over 150 atmospheres of pressure.

Fry: How many atmospheres can this ship withstand?

Farnsworth: Well it's a spaceship, so I'd say anywhere between zero and one.

Sweet Zombie Jesus

"Give me back my floppy face!"

Professor: This cattle prod should help. Leela: How will that... Professor, zapping Leela with the prod: Get out there!