Текст песни Futurama - s01e01 Space Pilot 3000
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FRY: Space: it seems togo 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.
It'll label you a delivery boy.
Keep that away from me!
Hold still!
I don't have good depth perception.
You've got till five
to let me out of here. One--
See you in a thousand years.
Oh!
You owe me one.
Whoa!
[FLYING DOGS BARKING]
Radio City Mutant Hall.
Cool!
Cross-town express?
FRY:
Woo hoo!
[BUBBLE SOUNDS]
FRY:
Ha, ha, ha!
Tourist.
A phone booth. I can call my nephew.
Whoa! A real live robot. Or is
that a cheesy New Year's costume?
Bite my shiny metal ass.
-It doesn't look shiny.
-Shinier than yours, meat bag.
[FRY WHISTLES]
Listen, I'm in a hurry.
Let's try for a twofer.
VOICE IN BOOTH:
Please select mode of death.
"Quick and Painless"
or "Slow and Horrible. "
I'd like to place a collect call.
You have selected
Slow and Horrible.
Good choice!
Bring it on, baby!
Come on! Come on! Kill me already!
-My name's Bender.
-Help! What's happening?
You are dead. Thanks for
using Stop and Drop.
America 's favorite
suicide booth since 2008.
Lousy, stinking rip-off.
I didn't have any other plans.
Let's go get drunk!
--two, three-- Hey!
TERRY: Welcome to the world of
tomorrow!
Shut up, Terry.
This is unacceptable, Leela.
You must find Mr. Fry
and install his chip.
He doesn't want
to be a delivery boy.
I'd rather not force him.
That's your job,
like it or not.
It's my job to make you do
your job, like it or not.
Which I do! Very much!
Now get to work.
Life is good.
-Why would a robot need to drink?
-I don't need to.
I can quit any time I want.
[BENDER BELCHES]
So they made you a delivery boy?
That's as bad as my job.
-What do you do?
-I'm a bender.
I'm programmed to bend girders.
-You any good at it?
-You kidding? I was a star.
I could bend a girder to any angle.
30 degrees, 32.
You name it. 31 . . . .
But I couldn't go on once
I found out what they were for.
-What?
-Suicide booths.
Fry, it was a pleasure
meeting you.
-I'm gonna kill myself.
-Wait! You're my only friend.
-You really want a robot for a friend?
-Ever since I was six.
Okay, but I don't want people
thinking we're robosexuals.
So if anyone asks,
you're my debugger.
Oh, no. It's the cyclops.
-Don't look! Don't look!
-I'm not looking.
-Officer 1 B-Dl, requesting backup.
-We'll be there in five minutes.
[BENDER PANTS]
We can hide in here!
It's free on Tuesdays!
Welcome to the Head Museum.
I'm Leonard Nimoy.
Spock?!
Do the thing.
-I don't do that anymore.
-This is unbelievable!
What do you do all day?
We share our wisdom
with those who seek it.
It's a life of quiet dignity.
Feeding time!
I'm sorry, but I have to install
your chip.
Why do it if you're sorry?
It's my job.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
PRESIDENT HEADS:
Whoa!
Watch it!
That's it. You just made my list!
Down boy! Bad president!
All right, buddy.
Step away from the head.
I'm gonna get 24th-century
on his ass.
Please, officers!
There's no need to use force.
Let us handle this, weirdy.
Come on. He's just
a poor kid from the Stupid Ages.
-Keep your big nose out, Eyeball.
-No one makes fun of my nose.
LEELA:
Yee-ah!
-Damn.
-You guys were totally out of control.
That's our job. We're peace officers.
You know the law.
"You gotta do what you gotta do. "
Oh! We're trapped!
Wait! You're a bender, right?
We can get out if you bend the bars.
Dream on, skin-tube! I'm programmed
to bend for constructive purposes.
-Do I look like a de-bender?
-Who cares about your program?
If programmed, would you
jump off a bridge?
I'll have to check my program.
Yep!
LEELA: Open up!
-Come on, Bender.
Make your own decisions.
It separates people and robots
from animals. . .
-. . .and animal-robots.
-You're full of crap, Fry!
[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]
You make a persuasive argument, Fry.
[BENDER GRUNTS]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Come on, Bender! You can do it!
Can't. I can't do it!
Yes!
You were right. From now on,
I'm going to bend what I want. . .
. . .when I want, who I want.
I'm unstoppable!
I don't know how you did that.
-Wait!
-No thanks!
Looks like one of us
will have to bend this grate. Aw!
Good Lord! What is this?
It's the decaying ruins
of old New York.
Welcome home, pal.
It's my old neighborhood.
Man, this brings back memories.
Keep them to yourself.
This is where I brought
my girlfriend on our first date.
My God! She's gone. Everyone I
ever knew or cared about is gone.
There's someone you know.
Can't you leave me alone?
I'm miserable enough already.
I know it's not much consolation,
but I understand how you feel.
-You don't. I've no home, no family.
-No friends.
My whole world is gone.
You can't understand what
it feels like to be so alone.
I understand. I'm the only
one-eyed alien on this whole planet.
My parents abandoned me. I don't
even know what galaxy they were from.
I know how it feels to be alone.
Leela, I don't understand this world,
but you obviously do.
So I give up.
If you really think I should be
a delivery boy, I'll do it.
Your chip!
-What are you doing?
-Quitting.
-Why?
-Because I've always wanted to.
I never realized it until
I met you.
What is the matter with you?
-I wanted to be part of the moment.
-He stole my ring!
Sorry.
Well, that solves the mystery
of the missing ring.
This calls for a drink.
I don't want to spoil it,
but we're all job-deserters now.
-Unemployed and nowhere to go.
-Correction: Unemployed. . .
. . .but we have an old relative
to mooch off of.
[SNORES]
Hi, I'm Dick Clark's head.
Welcome to a special year 3000
edition of New Year's Rockin' Eve!
[DOORBELL RINGS]
-Who are you?
-I'm your dear old Uncle Fry.
-I don't have an Uncle Fry.
-You do now!
By God, I am your nephew!
This is absolutely incredible!
-Can we have some money?
-Oh, my, no.
Let me show you around.
That's my lab table
and this is my work stool.
That's my intergalactic spaceship.
And here's where I keep
assorted lengths of wire.
-A real live spaceship!
-I designed it myself.
Let me show you the different
lengths of wire I used.
[KNOCK AT THE DOOR]
POLICE: Attention, job-deserters!
Exit with your hands up!
-We have you partially surrounded!
-No!
Get those bums.
-We're boned.
-Can't we get away in the ship?
I suppose it is technically possible.
Though I am already in my pajamas.
I'll get us out.
-Can anyone drive stick?
-I can.
As long as I don't have to
paral
Перевод песни
а это мой рабочий табурет.Это мой межгалактический космический корабль.
И вот где я держу
проволока разной длины.
-Настоящий живой космический корабль!
-Я проектировал сам.
Позвольте мне показать вам разные
длины проволоки, которую я использовал.
[ПОСТУЧИ В ДВЕРЬ]
ПОЛИЦИЯ: Внимание, дезертиры!
Выходите с поднятыми руками!
-Мы вас частично окружили!
-Нет!
Убери этих бездельников.
-Мы кость.
-Мы не можем уйти на корабле?
Полагаю, это технически возможно.
Хотя я уже в пижаме.
Я вытащу нас.
-Кто-нибудь может водить флешку?
-Я могу.
Пока мне не нужно
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