Hi, I'm currently making a German translation of this episode. But I've got a little problem, I just can't understand some parts. So it would be nice if someone helped me to fill out the gaps in the following transcript. And it would also be nice if someone corrected my spelling errors. :) A [???]-sign means a gap where I did't understand some words and a [?]-sign means that I'm not sure if this is right.
Well, let's go:
Fry: "Mmh, Spider, Hubble, Liquid....Ooh, Big Pink! It's the only gum with the breathfreshening power of ham."
Bender: "And it pinkens your teeth while you chew."
Clerk: "Alright Sergeant, a hundred dollars with the [???] sticks and porno mags with your five percent military discount comes to 95 dollars." "That'll be forty cents."
Fry: "I believe you're forgetting about our five percent military discount."
Clerk: "That's only for people in the military."
Bender: "What? This is the worst kind of discrimination. The kind against me!"
Clerk: "Alright, look: Our policy is: If for any reason you're not completely satisfied, I hate you."
Bender: "Okay, now I'm mad."
Fry: "Full price for gum? That dog won't hunt [???]."
Bender: "Hello. We're here because we....love our planet."
Officer: "Sign here on the dotted line, patriots. Then I'll give you your discount cards."
Fry: "Just out of curiosity: We can use the cards to buy gum, the immediately quit the army, right?"
Bender: "You know, [???]."
Officer: "Correct. There's no obligation. Unless, of course, war were declared."
Fry: "What's that?"
Officer: "War were declared."
Farnsworth: "Now, be careful, Fry. And if you kill anyone, make sure to eat their heart to gain their courage. Their rich tasty courage."
Hermes: "I don't want you to worry about your jobs while you're away. That's why I'm firing you now."
Leela: "I want to enlist. My friends always die if I'm not there to save them."
Zapp: "Sorry. But the army's instituted a men-only policy."
Leela: "What?"
Zapp: "It's shameful, I agree. In the olden days I proudly fought a long side female troups. [?] Shoulder to, er, shoulder. Alas, after a series of deadly bunders [?] caused by distracting low [???] and lots of harmless pinching, the army decided women weren't fit for service. Not when I'm in charge."
Leela: "You know, Zapp, someone ought to teach you a lesson."
Zapp: "If it's a lesson in love, watch out. I suffer from a very sexy learning disability. What do I call it, Kif?"
Kif: "Sexlexia."
Zapp: "Men! You're lucky men. Soon you'll all be fighting for your planet. Many of you will be dying for your planet. A few of you will be forced through a fine mesh screen [?] for your planet. They will be the luckiest of all."
Bender: "Great, we're gonna die."
Fry: "And this ham gum is all bones."
Zapp: "Now to present the logistics of our mission, the Commander and Chief, please welcome the original [???] baby, earth president Richard M. Nixon!"
Nixon: "This is the brass ring, fellas. Planet Spheron One."
Fry: "Cool effect!"
Zapp: "It's a deserted ugly little planet with absolutely no natural resources or strategic value. Questions?"
Soldier: "Why is this godforsaken planet worth dying for?"
Zapp: "Don't ask me. You're the one who's going to be dying."
Fry: "Er, just [???], who's the enemy?"
Zapp: "A valid question! We know nothing about their language, their history or what they look like. But we can assume this: They stand for everything we don't stand for. Also they told me you guys look like dorks."
Bender: "They look like dorks!" "Die sehen wie Idioten aus!"
Zapp: "What's the matter, private? Tent got your tongue? Kif, write that down and send it to 'Humor in Uniform'."
Fry: "Whoah. Check out that guy. He makes Speedy Gonzales look like Regular Gonzales."
Kif: "That new recruit is phenomenal, Sir."
Zapp: "Yeah! He edged out my old mark by two seconds. And sixteen minutes....and twelve hours. I do plan to finish someday, Kif. Good hustle [?], soldier."
Leela: "Er...sorry, Sir. I was still in attack mode. You know, how the testosterone is."
Zapp: "As a bubbling crackpot of male hormones I sure do. What's your name, private?"
Leela: "Lee...laaa....man. La man. Lemon! Lee Lemon, Sir."
Zapp: "Lemon, you're a man's man. You're a man's man's man. And more importantly you're hand, while firm and masculine is soft as a velvet child. What lotion do you use?"
Leela: "Pert'n'Popular [?], Sir."
Zapp: "Roger that. Kif, get me ten cases of Pert'n'Popular."
Kif: "What shall I do with your Jergin's [?] Sir?"
Zapp: "Squirt it on some homeless man with dry elbows. Private Lemon may well be the finest recruit I've seen in all my years of service. That young man fills me with hope. And some other emotions that weird and deeply confusing me."
Zapp: "Hello."
Nixon: "Mmh, now that's a nice Ros�. So anyway, we open up the [What the heck is he talking about?!]. True story."
Zapp: "Aha. That's whatever you were talking about for ya."
Fry: "Mind if we sit with you?"
Leela: "Er....hey. Why the hell would I? We're all guys here. Sweaty, hairy, gassy guys."
Fry: "Good point....I guess."
Bender: "You're my kind of soldier, Lemon. A foul-mouthed barrel-chested beer-belly pile of ugly muscles."
Soldier: "So, and do you fellas got a special lady back home?"
Fry: "Well, I sort of have a thing for this girl I work with."
Leela: "Really? What type is she? You know, blond or Chinese or cyclops?"
Fry: "Cyclops."
Leela: "Ooh. She sounds sweet."
Bender: "But sweet girls aren't for you, eh? You hard fighting hard fighting ugly ugly son of a..."
Leela: "Stop! Stop flattering me."
Zapp: "Attention. Well, well, well. If it isn't Lee Lemon, the flaming star of Brannigan's rough rangers. Say, Lemon, do you like to read? I just got a great book on tape, it's about life in ancient Greece and..."
Leela: "Sir, the alarm. I think I better..."
Zapp: "Sh. Don't talk, just go."
Nixon: "We're now in position above Spheron One. This is the moment we were training for all yesterday afternoon."
Zapp: "And now for the battle plan. As you all know, the key to victory is the element of surprise. Surprise!"
Fry: "It's creepy here."
Soldier: "This is the worst part. The calm before the battle."
Fry: "And then the battle's not so bad?"
Soldier: "Alright. I forgot about the battle."
Fry: "What's happening?"
Soldier: "Holy shoe [?]. Looky!"
Fry: "The enemy. They're balls!"
Leela: "Charge your gun, Fry."
Fry: "Oh, right." "Oh, stimmt."
Zapp: "Watch where you're shooting, private. You spooked Felicity. There, there, boy."
Soldier: "Give this to my son."
Bender: "You got it."
Soldier: "Wait. I didn't tell you where he lives."
Bender: "Hey, I think your son might also like those boots."
Soldier: "Cover us, buddy. You got the only wielded up positron shooter. Fry, you [???] coward."
Fry: "Bender, no!"
Bender: "If they put me on a stamp, tell them to use the young Bender."
Loudspeaker: "Incoming wounded. All personnel report operating tent four. Repeat, four. Er, I mean five. Repeat, four."
Nurse: "Are you ready to operate, doctor?"
Zoidberg: "I'd love to, but first I have to perform surgery. Hahaha, I kid, I kid. Scalpel. Blood bucket. Priest. Next patient."
Doc-Bot: "Geesh, Zoidberg. Leave some for the enemy to kill."
Nurse: "Leave Doctor Zoidberg alone. He has twice the training you do."
Doc-Bot: "Yeah, he's a doctor and a butcher."
Zoidberg: "I see, this is how it starts, first the jokes, then comes the heavy stuff."
Switch: "Irreverent - Maudlin"
Doc-Bot: "When will the killing end?"
Zapp: "Look at this sissy, Kif. While others were fighting and dying pointlessly, he was hiding in a hole wallowing in a pool of his own cowardice."
Fry: "That wasn't cowardice."
Zapp: "I'm depromoting you, soldier. Kif, what's the most humiliating job there is?"
Kif: "Being your assistant."
Zapp: "Wrong. Being your assistant. Private Fry, you shall henceforth serve as Kif's assistant."
Fry: "That doesn't sound too bad."
Kif: "You speak when I tell you to, you filthy worm."
Zoidberg: "I'm afraid he's gone."
Soldier: "Whew, Doc, I ain't dead."
Zoidberg: "Excuse me, I believe I'm the doctor."
Doc-Bot: "Believe it all you want, that won't make it true. This is no war, it's a murder. This is no war, it's a voider [?]."
Soldier: "Bender, old buddy. Hang in there."
Zapp: "Here lies the bravest soldier I've seen since my mirror got grease on it. I hear by order that in Bender's honor he'll be melted down and made into a statue of himself."
Nixon: "Slow down there, Starsky. I'm up to something here. I want this robot fixed, fixed like Kennedy fixed the 1960 election. Damn [???] war hero."
Nurse: "Are you ready to operate, doctor?"
Doc-Bot: "I'd love to, but first I have to perform surgery."
Zoidberg: "That's my joke. I'll kill you!"
Zapp: "Aah, pre-war Scotch. Welcome, Lieutenant Bender. You're looking sharp."
Bender: "I got wheels. With clickety clackers."
Zapp: "Damned Kif, where's the little umbrella? That's what makes it a Scotch on the rocks."
Kif: "Actually, Sir...ooh."
Zapp: "Make me a new one."
Kif: "Use a brush, you dunderhead. And mix these mixed nuts. I see two almonds touching."
Nixon: "Now listen here, Bender. This war is in danger of going all quagmire on me. So I'm sending you on one last mission."
Bender: "Hot [???] daffodil."
Nixon: "A mission of peace."
Zapp: "You'll be negotiating with the alien's mysterious leaders, the Brainballs. They got a lot of brains and they got a lot of chutzpa."
Nixon: "Accompanying you will be our top peace negotiator, Henry Kissinger."
Kissinger: "How are you?"
Bender: "Is he any good?"
Nixon: "Looking like that, he talked his way into Jill St. John's bed. 'Nuff said."
Zapp: "A little lower. Lower. Lower. A lot lower. Too low! Lower."
Zapp: "Private Lemon! No need to leave. My stall just became free."
Leela: "Maybe you should put on a towel, Sir."
Zapp: "Right, right. I'm about to try the new lotion you recommended. If I should accidentally put too much on my hands, perhaps I could...rub it on to you."
Nixon: "Brannigan! My god, cover yourself. I didn't live a thousand years and travel a quadrillion miles to look at another man's gizmo."
Zapp: "Er, sorry, Mr. President, I didn't realize. Kif, raise him up about nipple high."
Nixon: "Come on, Brannigan, stuff yourself into a uniform. We gotta go off this planet before the bomb goes off."
Leela: "Bomb? What bomb?"
Zapp: "The one we had the doctors implant in that gullible Bender robot."
Nixon: "Zapp. Zapp! Inspect the troops later. It's time to activate the bomb."
Kissinger: "As for economical operation..."
Bender: "Ooh, excuse me."
Loudspeaker: "Attention. All personnel evacuate the planet immediately. And that just because it's meat loaf night."
Zapp: "Come along, Lemon, before this whole dump blows up."
Leela: "Er, Commander, could you tell me when the bomb is exploding?"
Zapp: "Of course, my significant soldier. The bomb is voice-activated. It will detonate the instant the robot unwittingly speaks a certain word."
Fry: "What's the word? Sir?"
Zapp: "It's the one word the robot uses more that any other. We got it from this convenient database of his ten most frequently used words. Number ten: Chump. 9: Chumpette 8: Yours 7: Up 6: Pimpmobile 5: Bite 4: My 3: Shiny 2: Daffodil and Bender's number one most frequently uttered word, the word which, if uttered, will blow up this entire planet: Ass!"
Fry: "We don't have long."
Brainball: "We demand bouncing, followed by rolling, followed by rolling of the third type."
Kissinger: "Say what?"
Bender: "My chair's too hard. It's a real pain in the...duh, what do you call it? Lower back! Yeah, that hold reason [?]."
Fry: "Okay, I gotta break down that gate, beat up those three guards, steal that chopper and rescue Bender. Hey, I did it! Wait, that's not me..."
Leela: "Come on, we gotta save Bender."
Fry: "You wanna save him, too, Lemon? You barely know him."
Leela: "Fry, don't you recognize me?"
Fry: "Hermes?"
Zapp: "Lee, when will I see you again? The two of you are...good friends? But I thought we would be...good friends. Well, let's see how friendly you get when you're sharing a prison cell."
Leela: "Hey Zapp!"
Zapp: "Leela!"
Fry: "Leela!"
Zapp: "So it's you I've been attracted to. Oh god, I've never been so happy to be beaten up by a woman."
Leela: "Let's do it again some time."
Brainball: "The elders tell of a young ball much like you. He bounced three metres in the air. Then he bounced 1.8 metres in the air. Then he bounced four metres in the air. Do I make myself clear?"
Kissinger: "Mister Embassador, our people tell the same story. Ui..."
Bender: "These balls are making me testy. If they don't stop bouncing and jiggling I swear I'm gonna shove this treaty up their...wait a second. Where do you shove things up a ball?"
Kissinger: "This isn't a productive area of discussion."
Leela: "We're here. I followed the bouncing balls. I'll keep the chopper in a safe altitude while you parachute down."
Fry: "Okay, my best friend's life is in stake. I can finally prove that I'm not a coward. Will you push me?"
Leela: "I already did."
Fry: "Thank you. At last, war has made me into a man. Woohoo!"
Kissinger: "Please, gentlemen. We must put an end to the bloodshed. We have all seen too many body bags and ball sacks."
Brainball: "We can not condone bouncing of the 7th variety."
Bender: "Enough of this crap. I'm catching the next pimpmobile outta here. But before I go, I have one thing to say: Bite my shiny metal..."
Fry: "Stop! You can't say the next word."
Bender: "Up yours, chump, I said it 906 times before lunch."
Fry: "Bender, if you say the A-word, you're you blow this whole planet straight to the H-word."
Kissinger: "Young man, you have the bravery of a hero. And breath as fresh as a summer ham. What, what is funny?"
Bender: "Bender's got the upper hand now. That name of the game is make Bender happy or he blows up the planet. I rather die and take everybody with me than sit here one more minute listen these idiots talk about bouncing."
Brainball: "Please, stay calm. There's no need to bounce off the handle."
Bender: "That's it, I'm saying it. A is for a..."
Brainball: "Wait, stop. We give in to all of Earth's demands. The war is over. Our home planet is yours."
Fry: "Hey, wait a minute. This is your home planet? We're the evil invading aliens?"
Brainball: "Correct."
Bender: "Then I guess you learned a valuable lesson: Don't mess with earth!"
Brainball: "May you bounce in peace."
Bender: "Get the hell off my planet!"
NNYC Post: "WAR OVER! Balls Thoroughly Licked."
Farnsworth: "Well, that's it. Let's reactivate him. Wake up!"
Bender: "Ey, chumps and chumpettes. Did you get the bomb out? Can I go back to saying the word I love to say?"
Zoidberg: "I'm sorry, but we couldn't remove it."
Farnsworth: "It's stuck in there with glue or something, I don't know."
Bender: "Well this is just great. What's the point of living if I can't say ass? Hey, I didn't blow up. Ass ass ass ass ass. Alright, I'm back in the saddle."
Leela: "We couldn't disarm the bomb, so we reset the word that triggers it."
Amy: "It's been on a list of words you almost never say."
Bender: "That's using your ass. [?] So what's the word?"
Hermes: "We think it's better if you don't know."
Bender: "Ough, come on. I'm not gonna say it. Please! Ooh, is it 'please'?"
Fry: "Nope."
Bender: "Mmh. Words I never say...oh, I know: Thanks!"
Leela: "Bender, stop trying to destroy the world."
Bender: "Wait wait wait wait. Is it 'sorry'? No. Wonderful? Non-alcoholic?"
Amy: "Finish!"
Hermes: "Stupid mon [?]."
Zoidberg: "Enough already."
Bender: "Compassion. Shrimp toast. Antiquing?"
KABOOM!
Bender: "I'm alright."
Johannes