Leela's not just a chick, she's the chick I love. But don't tell her I called her a 'chick,' or she'll kill me.
- Psst! Leela.
- Shh! I'm a fugitive.
- I know. I miss you so much, Leela, even more than when you were here.
- I miss you, too, Fry.
- And you probably think what I'm doing is wrong. But it's something I really care about...
- You don't have to explain, Leela. You're you. That's all I need to know.
- Goodbye, sweet goofbag.
- Okay, time to defuse this star cracker once and for all.
- Leela, wait. You're making a mistake. You have no idea what's really going on.
- What is really going on?
- I can't tell you.
- Then why should I trust you? Why?
- Because... Because...
- You're you. That's all I need to know.
- No! Don't do it!
- Fiddlesticks.
- Leela, are you crazy? We became fugitives and jail-breakers to stop him.
- And hookers, don't forget hookers. Shame on all of you.
- After everything we've been through together, do you really think Fry would...
- Goodbye, Leela. I destroy myself to save you.
Fry: Well, this is the end. There's so many things I wanted to say to you.
Leela: Like what?
Fry: Like: "This is not the end". But mostly just... I love you, Leela.
Leela: Maybe I waited too long to say this, but... I love you too. WORMHOLE!
