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Turanga Leela: It worked! Gravity normal… air returning. Terror replaced by cautious optimism! We did it, Fry! [She looks over and sees his lifeless body] Turanga Leela: Fry? [She sees her oxygen supply is at zero and her face mask is connected to Fry’s. She gasps in alarm] Turanga Leela: You gave me your oxygen? Oh, no! Breathe, Fry! Breathe! [She turns him over and performs C.P.R. to revive him. While pounding his chest, he coughs and spits out a candy heart that sticks to her cheek. She sighs in relief, then takes it off and reads it aloud] Turanga Leela: “U leave me breathless?” [Fry smiles brightly] Turanga Leela: Happy Valentine’s Day, Fry. Philip J. Fry: [In a wheezing voice] Happy Valentine’s Day. 
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