Fry: Neil deGrasse Tyson? What are you doing here?

Tyson: I’m researching the Hypnowaves on behalf of my institution, the Hayden Planetarium.

Fry: Did you say you were in an institution with Hayden Panettiere? She’s my favorite actress! I’ve been waiting ten years to use that. And it was worth it.

Tyson: Sorry about the aerobatics. My thrusters started malfunctioning.

Fry: Whoo! That’s what SHE said!

Tyson: After I finish my Hypnowave research, I’m going to investigate how anybody can put up with you.

Fry: Good luck!

Professor: Good luck analyzing the Hypnowaves, Tyson. I’ve gotten nowhere, but maybe a “science communicator” will have better luck.

Tyson: I’ve published over a dozen significant papers in astrophysics. What have you accomplished?

Professor: I invented a device that lets you smell faraway things and an extremely long finger! I wish I was dead.

Tyson: Probably will be soon.

Tyson: It’s apparent that the Hypnowaves are highly unstable.

Professor: Did you figure that out yourself, Einstein?

Tyson: No, you kept shouting it in my ear.

Professor: Just making sure we all know whose name appears first on the paper.

Tyson: I suspect the hypnowaves can be neutralized by passing them through curved space. I’ll need some kind of immensely powerful bending apparatus.

Bender: I’m some kind of immensely powerful bending apparatus. I once bent an entire prison.

Tyson: With those arms? They look like spaghetti strands.

Bender: You don’t have a lot of friends, do you, Tyson?

Tyson: I’ve scanned our whole solar system for Hypnowaves.

Bender: What did you find?

Tyson: The Hypnowaves have spread like a nasty digitally-transmitted robot virus.

Bender: Spare me the lecture about setting up a secure firewall. Those things take away all the pleasure.

Tyson: I’m off to look for vintage telescopes. It’s a nerdy hobby of mine.

Amy: How did you ever become heavyweight champion of the world?

Tyson: You’re thinking of MIKE Tyson.

Amy: Wow, a boxer AND a mindreader. I’m impressed.

Tyson: I couldn’t find any telescopes that fit my personality.

Amy: You need a new hobby. maybe you could take tennis lessons.

Tyson: I have no limbs! Maybe you could take a sensitivity training course. Or an eye test.

Amy: I’m not impressed any more.

Tyson: To complete my research, I’ll need access to a roof.

Bender: My favorite crime is “breaking and accessing.” But what do I get for my trouble?

Tyson: If you carry me to the roof, I’ll put your name on the study.

Bender: The Bender Report: Why He’s Great and Maybe Some Other Stuff. I like the sound of that.

Tyson: I have concluded that the Hypnowaves are entirely man-made. Wait a minute. I meant to say “toad-made.” Sometimes my little claws write whatever they want.

Bender: Smooth move, Tyson. Whenever anything goes wrong, blame it on your robot hands. That’s what I do. I call it “pleading handsanity.”