Bender: Ooh! A six-pack of strawberry champagne. Don't mind if I help myself!
Greeting Card: No, Comrade Bender! Liquor is the opiate of the human bourgeoisie.
Bender: Say what?
Greeting Card: In the glorious robot workers' paradise, there will be no liquor. Only efficient synthetic fuels.
Bender: No liquor? Do svidaniya, comrade!