Professor: Start the ship, Leela. Let’s just steal the damn radar dish and go back to our own time.
Fry: But, but won’t that change history?
Professor: Oooh, a lesson in not changing history from Mr. “I’m my own grandpa.” Let’s get the hell out of here already. Screw history!
[after much destruction, both in time and space (including a missile painted, “Roswell that ends well”)]
Professor: Choke on that, causality!

I collapsed in hysterical laughter throughout this whole scene, probably because of the strong presumption in all the science fiction I have read and seen against changing history. Plus the verboten incest-with-your-own-grandma thing.
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Jim has caught me out on the covert Lays® marketing campaign. I admit all. By the way, I think that the Lays® Chicago Steakhouse Loaded Baked Potato™ potato chips (whew!) would probably go great with Mad Bovine soft drink! (milk and potato chips, blech)

Jay asks what the potato chips tasted like. They tasted like bacon and cheddar cheese on potato chips. Mmm. I did not see any Kosher markings on the unfinished packaging, but if a rabbinical authority approves, this may be a way for those following the Kosher restrictions to get a hint of the raw pleasure I take in bacon cheeseburgers.

Um, http://www.lays.com/
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Go to Twirlip’s for all the rumors journalists can’t put into print. Warning: leans to the right.

Tony Blair before the House of Commons. Ugh, Real One. Oh well.

Optimism on al Qaeda
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