Bender: You degenerate hussy! I'm disappointed in you too, Angleyne.
Angleyne: Bender, it's-it's not what you think.
Bender: Oh, God! Then it's worse than I think.
Angleyne: Now, look, there is no reason to be upset. Flexo and I are divorced.
Bender: Div- Huh?
Flexo: We're just havin' dinner 'cause we wanna stay friends.
Bender: Uh, I knew that. What I'm actually outraged by is your choice of wine. Really, it's the steward's fault.