Moon Landing

Fry: Look, Leela. I’m sorry. I never should have dragged you out here.

Leela: That’s right, you shouldn’t have. I still don’t get what the big attraction is.

Fry: I never told anybody this, but a thousand years ago I used to look up at the moon and dream about being an astronaut. I just didn’t have the grades, or the physical endurance. Plus I threw up a lot, and nobody liked spending a week with me.

Leela: A week would be a little much.

Fry: The moon was like this awesome, romantic, mysterious thing, hanging up there in the sky where you could never reach it, no matter how much you wanted to. But you’re right. Once you’re actually here, it’s just a big, dull rock. I guess I just wanted you to see it through my eyes, the way I used to.

[the window reflects off Fry’s helmet; Leela looks outside and sees a beautiful moonscape with the Earth in the sky]

Leela: Fry, look. It really is beautiful. I don’t know why I never noticed it before.