Hey, you wanna deny the destruction of reality as we know it, and whatever religion stuff that says you can't take money with you, be my guest -- my very generous offer stands whether you take advantage of it or not.

Otherwise, step off and quit takin' up space.

[Bender blows a perfect ring of cigar smoke right at Meryl's face. It diffuses into a smelly, choking cloud as soon as it reaches her. WOW, RUDE.]