Difference between revisions of "Mrs. Fry"
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'''Mrs. Fry''': You pick, I picked dinner last night. | '''Mrs. Fry''': You pick, I picked dinner last night. | ||
'''Yancy Fry Sr.''': Well, I was thinking of Philip after those screwdrivers.</poem> | '''Yancy Fry Sr.''': Well, I was thinking of Philip after those screwdrivers.</poem> | ||
<poem>'''Mrs. Fry''': '' | <poem>'''Mrs. Fry''': ''[To [[Yancy Fry Jr.]].]'' Your brother may be missing but his crap sure isn't.</poem> | ||
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Revision as of 20:18, 10 October 2010
Secondary character Deceased character | |
Mrs. Fry | |
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Gender | Female |
Species | Human |
Planet of origin | Earth |
Relatives | See Family section. |
First appearance | "The Luck of the Fryrish" (3ACV04) |
Voiced by | Tress MacNeille |
Mrs. Fry is the mother of Philip J. Fry who lived in a completely trashed house somewhere in Flatbush, Brooklyn. She loves sports more than her children, such as when she was giving birth to Philip, she cared more about a baseball game and was too busy playing golf when Yancy Fry Jr. was trying to steal his clover. She was also too excited about a football game to wonder where Philip had disappeared to. Mrs. Fry and Yancy Fry Sr. didn't care about their son and thought sending him to school was a waste of tax money and didn’t bother much looking for him when he was frozen in December of 1999.
Character Description
Family
- Philip J. Fry, son and father-in-law.
- Yancy Fry Sr., husband.
- Yancy Fry Jr., first born son.
- Philip J. Fry, II, grandson.
- Enos Fry, father-in-law (though, he died in a nuclear test, and Philip fathered his own father).
- Mildred Fry, mother.
- Professor Farnsworth, distant grandson.
- Cubert Farnsworth, the Professor's clone.
- Mr. and Mrs. Gleisner, parents.
Additional Info
Quotes
Yancy Fry Sr.: So what should we name him?
Mrs. Fry: You pick, I picked dinner last night.
Yancy Fry Sr.: Well, I was thinking of Philip after those screwdrivers.
Mrs. Fry: [To Yancy Fry Jr..] Your brother may be missing but his crap sure isn't.