Look, what do you want?

I want my hands back.

Never!
deal's a deal,
Even with a dirty dealer.

Very well,
Then I'll take what I want from Leela.

Leela has promised me her hand.

Fry, you do not understand.
I should have revealed I've been deafened by Bender,
The shame,
The shame,
But I feared you'd stop writing this musical splendour,
Deception's the curse of my whimsical gender,
He gave me mechanical ears,
Effective though just a bit garish,
In return without shedding a tear,
I agreed that I'd give him my hand—

In marriage!

What?

You'd give me your hand in marriage.

Is this really happening or just being staged?

It can't be real—

Not if Leela is engaged.

That isn't what I meant,
That isn't what I signed.

You should have checked the wording in the fine... Print.

I'll give you my hand...

In marriage.

The use of words expressing something other than their literal intention,
Now that is "irony".

I will marry her now and confine her to [bad word] 
How droll,
How droll!
Where Styx is a river,
And not just a band,
Though they'll play our reception if all goes as planned,
Unless, Fry, you surrender my hands!

Destiny has cheated me,
By forcing me to decide upon,
The woman that I idolise,
Or the hands of an automaton,
Without these hands I [bad word] 
The opera that was captivating her,
But if I keep them,
And she marries him,
Then he probably won't want me dating her.

I can't believe the devil is so unforgiving.

I can't believe everybody's just ad-libbing!

By the power vested in me,
By the state of New New York--
No! Stop! Take my hands!
You evil, metal dork!