The Frinkiac-7 "Well, sure, the Frinkiac-7 looks impressive, don't touch it, but I predict that within 100 years, computers will be twice as powerful, 10,000 times larger, and so expensive that only the five richest kings of Europe will own them." "Well, it should be obvious to even the most dim-witted individual who holds an advanced degree in hyperbolic topology, n'gee, that Homer Simpson has stumbled into.... the third dimension." "Unshrink you? Well, that would require some sort of a re-bigulator, which is a concept so ridiculous is makes me want to laugh out loud and chortle, and... uh..., but not at you, O holiest of gods, with the wrathfulness and the vengeance and the blood rain and the hey-hey-hey-it-hurts-me..." "Brace yourselves gentlemen. According to the gas chromatograph, the secret ingredient is... Love!? Who's been screwing with this thing?" "These unfortunate people here will be instantly killed. This circle, which I am sad to say we are in, will experience a slower, considerably more painful death." Lucy Lawless: "... but I'm sure that once girls get to know the real you, you'll get plenty of dates. Next question." [hands go up. She picks Frink] Frink: "Yes, over here, n'hey, n'hey. In episode BF12, you were battling barbarians while riding a winged Appaloosa, yet in the very next scene, my dear, you're clearly atop a winged Arabian. Please do explain it." Lucy Lawless: "Ah, yeah, well, whenever you notice something like that, a wizard did it." Frink: "I see, all right, yes, but in episode AG4 --" Lucy Lawless: "Wizard." Frink: [under breath] "Aw, for glaven out loud."

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