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.
(Source: sarcasticspazz, via prettyawkwardxx)