Bender: Ah beer! So many choices! And it makes so little difference.
Fry: How 'bout Löbrau? It has dots on it.
Bender: Overruled. The choice of champions is Pabst Blue Robot!
Fry: I can't drink that! The metal shavings make my throat bloody.
Bender: Waah waah! Baby wants a Zima!
Leela: Hey hey! We can all fight when we're drunk. Now listen: Why don't we just brew our own beer?
Bender: You can brew your own beer?
Leela: Sure, the kids at the orphanarium used to do it all the time.