Zoidberg: I’d like a jumbo squidlog please.
Man: We don’t sell those.
Zoidberg: All right, all right, let me have one of your young on a roll.
Man: We’re out of rolls.
Zoidberg: Fine! Just give me something crawling with parasites.
(The guy hands Zoidberg a hot-dog and he scarfs it down noisily)
Fry: Mmm! At least hot-dogs haven’t changed.