Bender: Hey, rich girl, over here! It's me, Bender!

Bender: It seems that Flexo outsmarted us all...especially me...Bender.

The Professor: We need you to find the source of the beam and disable it.

Bender: What's in it for me, Bender?

Bender: We can call it "Bend-Aid", after me, Bender! But don't forget who's the star of the show...me, Bender.

Bender: It'll take more than that to surprise me, Bender!

Bender: Fry, old buddy, it's me, Bender!

Bender: While sawing off the professor's hand with an extremely dull saw, I had some time to think. So I asked myself, "Who could use a doomsday device more? The scammers, or me, Bender?". After several minutes of sawing, I knew the answer: Me, Bender!

The Professor: This is a problem that will solve itself.

Bender: A problem that solves itself? That sounds like a job for me, Bender.

Bender: Aw, I'm gonna call him Ben, after the first half of me, Bender!

Benderplate: And that, dear boy, is how I saved the Queen from unruly Space-Urchins! Me, Benderplate!

Bender: Get to the point! What does it say about me, Bender?

Chris Travers: Does anyone have any questions?

Bender: I do, I do! Me, Bender!

Bender: Now I'm gonna sing my new masterpiece, "The Ballad of Me, Ramblin' Rodriguez".

Bender: After they said I had an obnoxious ego? Me? The magnificent Bender?

Fry: Have you been using my toothbrush to polish your ass again?

Bender: What?! Me?! Bender the robot?!