% Fry, Bender, and Amy are in a small lounge just aft of the
% pilot's cabin. It's a long, long, trip to their next
% destination...

Fry: So, Amy, I hear the rest of your family are major players back home on Mars.

Amy: [nods] Mm-hm!

Fry: Just out of curiosity, what is it that they do?

Amy: Oh, you don't really want to know.

Fry: Sure I do. We've got a three-hour trip.

Amy: I'd really rather not say.

Bender: Hey, maybe we could guess.

Fry: Oh! I know -- flying cars. You own a flying car
factory.

Amy: No.

Bender: Killbot factory?

Fry: Pneumatic tubes?

Amy: No.

Bender: Black-market weapons?

Fry: I know! Plastics -- you can never go wrng with

plastics.
Amy: No. Guys, really, you don't have to...

Bender: Oriental massage parlors?

Amy: What? NO! God ... [sighs] Oh, all right, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to get mad. You know how when you're surfing on the InterPlanetNet, and one of those little windows pops up with an ad in it?

Fry: Yeah. I really hate those things. If I got my hands on the dude who came up with that idea I'd ... [pounds fist into hand for emphasis]

Amy: Hundreds of years ago, a distant ancestor of mine invented those. We get a penny royalty each time you see one.

Fry: ... I'd, uh, I'd ... ah, I'm sorry, Amy.

Amy: Don't sweat it. We =always= get that. Ever since then, my family has been desperately trying to find some other way to make a fortune.

Fry: Gee, if you already have a fortune, why don't you just sell the ad business and retire?

Amy: I said we were desperate, not stupid.

Fry: Well, at least your family doesn't do telemarketing. Those people really get under my skin.

Amy: We're ... we're [upper lip quivers] we're just trying to make an honest living! [runs from room, sobbing]

Fry: Amy! Wait! Aw, man.

Bender: Wow, reduced to tears in less than two minutes! Youshould work in tech support, Fry.

Fry: Oohhhh...

Leela: [from cockpit] Hey, you two! Quit abusing the interns. They're hard to replace.
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