LEELA: Didn't you have ads in the twentieth century?
FRY: Well, sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio... and in magazines... and movies, and at ballgames, and on buses, and milk cartons, and T-shirts, and bananas, and written in the sky. But not in dreams, no sirree.
Sigh. ***** that *****. Not even the sweet solace of death will give you shelter from this saturation of consumerism. Aren't there laws against this sort of *****? Who could possibly think that this is a good idea anyway? Remember those clouds you romantically obsess about as phenomena in mother nature, so beautiful and et cetera? Well we can turn those into advertisements now. Hooray!