Futurama

FRY: Space: it seems to go on and on forever. But at the end, a gorilla throws barrels at you. -That's how you play the game. -You stink, loser. Fry! Pizza going out. Come on! Michelle! Baby! Where you going? It's not working out, Fry. I put your stuff out on the sidewalk! I hate my life. I hate my life. Happy New Year! Hello? Pizza delivery for. . . . . . "I. C. Wiener. " Oh, crud! I always thought I'd be the one making the crank calls. Here's to another lousy millennium. Ten! [COUNTDOWN IN FOREIGN LANGUAGES] One! What the--? [FRY MOANS] My God. It's the future. My parents, my co-workers, my girlfriend. I'll never see any of them again. Yahoo! Space Pilot 3000 [DOOR OPENS] Welcome to the world of tomorrow! Why do you always say it that way? Haven't you ever heard of showmanship? Come, your destiny awaits! Have a nice future.

Cool, just like in Star Trek. Ow! LEELA: Good afternoon, sir. FRY: Hmmmmm! -Name? -Fry. I'm Leela. It's New Year's Eve. . . . . .so I'd like to decide your fate and leave. -Can I ask you a question? -If it's not about my eye. -Is it about my eye? -Sort of. -Ask the question. -What's with the eye? I'm an alien. Let's drop the subject. Cool! An alien! Has your race taken Earth? No, I just work here. [PROPELLER SOUNDS] Wait a minute. Is that blimp accurate? Yep. It's December 31 st, 2999. My God! A million years! I'm sure this must be upsetting for you. You know, it should be, but actually, I'm glad. I had nothing to live for before. I was broke. . . . . .I had a humiliating job. . . . . .and I think my girlfriend was cheating on me. Here you'll be treated with dignity.

Strip naked and get on the probulator. [FRY GASPS AT SHOCK] [PRINTER HUMS] Interesting. Your DNA test shows one living relative. He's your great-great-great- great-great-nephew. Great! What's the little guy's name? Professor Hubert Farnsworth. Ugh! I'm the luckiest guy in the whole future. I've got a second chance, and this time I won't be a total loser. -What's that? -Your career assignment. Delivery boy? No! Not again! -Anything else. -Take your hands off me! Everyone is given the job they're best at. -What if I refuse? -You're fired. -Fine. -Out of a cannon into the sun. I don't like being a delivery boy! Tough. Most people don't like their jobs, but we do them anyway. You gotta do what you gotta do. Hold out your hand. I'll implant your career chip.