Professor: Interesting! It seems Seymour died at the ripe old age of fifteen.
Fry: Fifteen? You mean he lived for twelve more years after I got frozen?
Fry: Stop the cloning!
Professor: Oh, sure, smash the smart guy’s machine.
Bender: Fry, what’s wrong?
Fry: Think about it; Seymour lived a full life after I was gone. He probably even added new songs to his repertoire.
Bender: But that’s a good thing! “Walking On Sunshine” sucks noodles!
Fry: I had Seymour ‘til he was three. That’s when I knew him, and that’s when I loved him. I’ll never forget him, but he forgot me a long, long time ago.