Lister: [singing] To Ganymede and Titan, yes sir, I've been around...<br /><br />
Rimmer: Lister?<br /><br />
Lister: Hmm?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Have you ever been hit on the head with a welding mallet? No? Well, shut up, then.
Rimmer: [discussing his last exam] Lister, last time I only failed by the narrowest of narrow margins.<br /><br />
Lister: You what? You walked in there, wrote "I AM A FISH" four hundred times, did a funny little dance and fainted!<br /><br />
Rimmer: That's a total lie.<br /><br />
Lister: No, it's not. Peterson told me.<br /><br />
Rimmer: "No, it's not. Peterson told me." Lister, if you must know, I submitted a discourse on porous circuitry that was too... radical, too unconventional, too mould-breaking for the examiners to accept.<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah. You said you were a fish!
Todhunter: There are 169 people on this ship. You, Rimmer, are over one man. Why can't you two get on?
Lister: You see, I try, sir. I'm not an insubordinate man by nature. I try and respect Rimmer and everything but it's not easy, 'cos he's such a smeghead!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Did you hear that, sir? Lister, do you have any conception of the penalty for describing a superior technician as a smeghead?<br /><br />
Todhunter: [chuckling] Oh, Rimmer... You are a smeghead!
Captain Hollister: Just one more thing before we start the disco, Holly tells me he's sensed a non-human life form on-board.<br /><br />
Lister: Sir, it's Rimmer!
Holly: They're all dead. Everybody's dead, Dave.<br /><br />
Lister: Peterson isn't, is he?<br /><br />
Holly: Everybody's dead, Dave!<br /><br />
Lister: Not Chen!<br /><br />
Holly: Gordon Bennett! Yes, Chen. Everyone. Everybody's dead, Dave!<br /><br />
Lister: Rimmer?<br /><br />
Holly: He's dead, Dave. Everybody is dead. Everybody is dead, Dave.<br /><br />
Lister: Wait. Are you trying to tell me everybody's dead?<br /><br />
Holly: Should've never let him out in the first place....
Holly: I am Holly, the ship's computer, with an IQ of 6000; the same IQ as 6000 PE teachers.
Holly: Look, I'm trying to navigate at faster than the speed of light, which means that before you see something, you've already passed through it. Even with an IQ of 6000, it's still brown-trousers time.
Rimmer: [jogging] Morning, Lister! How's life in hippie heaven, you pregnant baboon-bellied space beatnik? What's the plan for the day, then? Slobbing in the morning, followed by slobbing in the afternoon, then a bit of a snooze before the main evening's slob? God, you're a disgrace to the species. [jogs away]<br /><br />
Lister: Good morning, Rimmer.
Lister: You said yourself. I can't stop it. Let's get this over with. [grabs a pipe]<br /><br />
Rimmer: Lister, what's that for?<br /><br />
Lister: I'm going out as I came in, screaming and kicking.<br /><br />
Rimmer: You can't just whack Death on the head!<br /><br />
Lister: If he comes near me, I'm gonna rip his nipples off!
Holly: Jean-Paul Sartre said Hell was being locked forever in a room with your friends.<br /><br />
Lister: Holly, all his mates were French!
Rimmer: What's this? Learning drugs? They're illegal, matey! I'm afraid you're in very serious, grave, deep trouble, Lister. Where did you get them? I want names, I want places, I want dates.<br /><br />
Lister: Arnold Rimmer, his locker, this morning.
Holly: Arnold Rimmer, Technician, 2nd Class. Captain's remarks: "There's a saying amongst the officers: If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well. If it's not worth doing, give it to Rimmer. He aches for responsibility, yet constantly fails the Astro-navigation exam. Astoundingly zealous, possibly mad; probably has more teeth than brain cells. Promotion prospects: comical."<br /><br />
Lister: [examining markings on the space pod] Hold on... Give me an R... Give me an E... Give me a D.... Give me a Red Dwarf...Garbage Pod! Holly, did Rimmer ever work in waste disposal?<br /><br />
Holly: No, Dave.<br /><br />
Lister: It's one of our old Red Dwarf garbage pods with the writing burnt off in places. Why didn't you tell him, Hol?<br /><br />
Holly: Well, it's a laugh, innit?<br /><br />
Lister: I mean, what kind of holy writ is this, Rimmer? 'It is a sin to be cool.'<br /><br />
Rimmer: LOOK, I'M SICK TO DEATH OF HEARING ABOUT THESE STUPID CATS! MY CONCERNS ARE SLIGHTLY MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHAT KIND OF STUPID, SMEGGING CARDBOARD HAT I'M WEARING! I'M TRYING TO DECIPHER THIS! THIS IS SCIENCE, LADDIE! You can smirk, Lister, but I believe the Quagaars!<br /><br />
Lister: 'Quagars?'<br /><br />
Rimmer: Quagaars, it's a name I made up! Double-A, actually! I believe the Quagaars'll have the technology to give me a new body!<br /><br />
Lister: Never mind this tot, where's the Cat?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Tot?<br /><br />
Lister: Tot.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Tot?!<br /><br />
Lister: Tot!<br /><br />
Rimmer: TOT?!<br /><br />
Lister: TOT!<br /><br />
Rimmer: TOT?! TOT?! WE'LL SEE HOW TOTTY THIS IS, LADDIE, THE QUARANTINE PERIOD'S NEARLY UP! ....BASTARD!<br /><br />
Cat: Hey, this has been a really good day. I've eaten five times, I've slept six times, and I've made a lot of things mine. Tomorrow, I'm gonna see if I can't have sex with something.<br /><br />
Cat: [sings] S-E-X, you know I want it! S-E-X, I'm gonna get it! Yeah! [Cat finds Lister unconscious on the floor.] S-E-X, I think I found it!<br /><br />
Confidence: Ding-dong! Another great idea from the people who brought you beer milkshakes!<br /><br />
Lister: Hang on, hang on. Are you saying you never became an officer because you shared your quarters with someone who hummed?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Obviously not just that, Lister. Everything! Everything you ever did was designed to hold me back and annoy me.<br /><br />
Lister: Like what?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Like using my mother's photograph as an ashtray.<br /><br />
Lister: I didn't know! I thought it was a souvenir from Titan Zoo.<br /><br />
Lister: Yo, I didn't know you had any medals. What are they for?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Three years long service. Six years long service. Nine years long service... Twelve years long service.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Swapping my toothpaste for a tube of contraceptive jelly.<br /><br />
Lister: C'mon, that was a joke!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Yes Lister, the same kind of joke as putting my name on the waiting list for experimental pile surgery.<br /><br />
Rimmer: STOP YOUR FOUL WHINING, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF DISTENDED RECTUM!<br /><br />
Cat: [through a megaphone while on roller skates] Hello, hello, testing, testing, one one one, me me me! Attention all lady cats! I am feeling very very sexy! Can you hear me, lady cats? My body is available!<br /><br />
Cat: [through his megaphone] SHUT UP!<br /><br />
Lister: Will you stop doing that?<br /><br />
Cat: I'm trying to watch the film!<br /><br />
Lister: I'm only eatin'!<br /><br />
Cat: No, eating's when food goes in your mouth!<br /><br />
Lister: [revelling in having the room to himself] Ecstasy! We're talking mega ecstasy bliss! I can hum as loud as I like, as long as I like! I'm a free man... And you see those socks? See 'em? They're going right where they belong, all over the floor where any self-respecting bachelor would keep 'em! I'm gonna have the bottom bunk, the big bunk! I'm gonna leave the top off the shampoo. I'm gonna squeeze the toothpaste right from the middle! In fact I'm gonna do all the things that drove him bonkers! I'm gonna crack me knuckles, I'm gonna grind me teeth, I'm gonna live for a change! Hee-hee! (sniffs)....Aw, smeggin' hell... (puts socks back in their basket)<br /><br />
Holly: We're getting a signal. It's probably nothing but I just thought I'd mention it.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Aliens.<br /><br />
Lister: Oh God, aliens... Your explanation for anything slightly peculiar is aliens, isn't it? You lose your keys - it's aliens. A picture falls off the wall - it's aliens. That time we used up a whole bog roll in a day, you thought that was aliens as well!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well, we didn't use it all, Lister. Who did?<br /><br />
Lister: Rimmer, aliens used our bog roll?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Just 'cos they're aliens, doesn't mean they don't have to visit the little boys' room. Although they probably do something weird and alien-esque, like it comes out of the top of their heads or something.<br /><br />
Lister: Well, I wouldn't like to be stuck behind one in a cinema!<br /><br />
Holly: We're a bit short on a few supplies.<br /><br />
Lister: Like what?<br /><br />
Holly: Cow's milk. Ran out of that yonks ago. Fresh and dehydrated.<br /><br />
Lister: What kind of milk are we using now?<br /><br />
Holly: Emergency back-up supply. We're on the dog's milk.<br /><br />
Lister: Dog's milk?!<br /><br />
Holly: Nothing wrong with dog's milk. Full of goodness, full of vitamins, full of marrowbone jelly. Lasts longer than any other type of milk, dog's milk.<br /><br />
Lister: Why?<br /><br />
Holly: No bugger'll drink it. Plus, of course, the advantage of dog's milk is that when it goes off, it tastes exactly the same as when it's fresh.<br /><br />
Lister: Why didn't you tell me, Holly?<br /><br />
Holly: What, and spoil your tea?<br /><br />
[Lister finds Kryten ironing in the sleeping quarters, now decorated like something from Pride and Prejudice]<br /><br />
Lister: What the smeggin' hell is going on?<br /><br />
Kryten: Good afternoon, Mister David, sir.<br /><br />
Lister: [Holds up a pair of boxer shorts] What are these?<br /><br />
Kryten: Your boxer shorts, Mister David, sir.<br /><br />
Lister: No way are these my boxer shorts, these bend! What have you done to the place?<br /><br />
Kryten: I've done a spot of tidying up.<br /><br />
Lister: But where is everything? Where's me coffee cup with the mould in it?<br /><br />
Kryten: I threw it away, sir.<br /><br />
Lister: But I was breeding that mould! His name was Albert! I was trying to get him two foot high!<br /><br />
Kryten: Why, sir?<br /><br />
Lister: Because it drives Rimmer nuts! And driving Rimmer nuts is what keeps me going.<br /><br />
Cat: You'd never get a cat to be a servant. You ever see a cat return a stick? "Hey, man! You threw the stick, you go get it yourself! I'm busy! If you wanted the stick so bad, why'd you throw it away in the first place?"<br /><br />
Lister: 'Mr Arnold' isn't his name. His name's Rimmer, or 'smeghead', or 'dinosaur-breath', or 'molecule-mind', or on rare occasions when you wanna be really mega-polite to him, and we're talking mega polite here, on those exceptional circumstances you can call him 'arsehole.'<br /><br />
Lister: Rimmer, real dumplings, proper dumplings when they are properly cooked to perfection, proper dumplings should not bounce!<br /><br />
Rimmer: True, but after the way I thought they were going to turn out they were quite (does a little kiss) superb! (French accent)<br /><br />
Lister: So how's the Cat?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Oh, he's just sleeping off the stomach pump...He'll be alright, the lamb was a bit of a flop though.<br /><br />
Lister: The Lamb!? Everyone thought the lamb was the cheese! And that Lemon Meringue Pie, man, what was in that?<br /><br />
Rimmer: I thought you liked that! You bought some back.<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah....I wanted to try some out on my Athlete's Foot!<br /><br />
Cat: I'm so hungry. I just have to eat!<br /><br />
Lister: Shh... Rimmer's dad's died.<br /><br />
Cat: I'd prefer chicken.<br /><br />
Rimmer: [while Lister is sorting through the mail] You'll send away for every bit of tat, just so you'll have some mail to open.<br /><br />
Lister: Me... Me... Me...<br /><br />
Rimmer: "Please rush me my portable walrus polishing kit! Four super brushes for cleaning even the trickiest of sea-bound mammals! Yes, I am over 18, although my IQ isn't."<br /><br />
Lister: Smeg! Outland Revenue!<br /><br />
Rimmer: [sarcastically] Oh, oh, oh, oh! Outland Revenue!<br /><br />
Lister: 8500!<br /><br />
Rimmer: 8500? That's a lot of tax, isn't it, Listy? How on Titan are you going to pay for that?<br /><br />
Lister: I'm not. It's yours.<br /><br />
Rimmer: What? This is wrong! This is dead wrong!<br /><br />
Lister: Relax, it doesn't matter now. Not gonna catch you now, are they?<br /><br />
Rimmer: What? Just because we're three million years into deep space and the human species is extinct? That means nothing to these people. They'll find us.<br /><br />
Lister: What time is it?<br /><br />
Rimmer: [blearily crawls over to the clock on the bedside table] ....Saturday.<br /><br />
Lister: That the best you can do?<br /><br />
Rimmer: There are some numbers beside it, but they could be anything.<br /><br />
Rimmer: I want a triple fried egg sandwich...<br /><br />
Lister: With chili sauce and chutney!<br /><br />
Holly: You what?<br /><br />
Lister: It's a state-of-the-art sarnie!<br /><br />
Holly: It's the state of the floor I'm worried about.<br /><br />
Rimmer: It's like a cross between food and bowel surgery.<br /><br />
Lister: It's well naughty. The trick is to eat it before the bread dissolves.<br /><br />
Rimmer: It's amazing Where did you get the recipe?<br /><br />
Lister: I'm not sure.... I think it was a book on bacteriological warfare.<br /><br />
Rimmer: I loved that little lemming. I built him a little wall he could hurl himself off of.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Now kindly cluck off before I extract your giblets and shove a large seasoned onion between the lips you never kiss with.<br /><br />
Cat: Wow! I've never been this close to women before. It makes me want to do something. But I don't know what it is. Whatever it is, I want to do a lot of it.<br /><br />
Cat [to Rimmer]: What is it?<br /><br />
Rimmer: It's a rent in the space-time continuum.<br /><br />
Cat [to Lister]: What is it?<br /><br />
Lister: The stasis room freezes time, you know, makes time stand still. So whenever you have a leak, it must preserve whatever it's leaked into, and it's leaked into this room.<br /><br />
Cat [to Rimmer]: What is it?<br /><br />
Rimmer: It's singularity, a point in the universe where the normal laws of space and time don't apply.<br /><br />
Cat [to Lister]: What is it?<br /><br />
Lister: It's a hole back into the past.<br /><br />
Cat: Oh, a magic door! Well, why didn't you say?<br /><br />
Rimmer: On the morning of Febuary the 26th, at 0800 hrs, did engage in conversation with second technician Rimmer, Arnold J...<br /><br />
Captain Hollister: For crying out loud, Rimmer!<br /><br />
Rimmer: - the outcome of which was a proposal by the aforementioned Lister to the aforementioned Rimmer to cook him breakfast.<br /><br />
Captain Hollister: Okay, I'm getting the picture.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Breakfast comprised of two eggs, three rashers of bacon, a grilled tomato, two sausages, a small portion of fried potatoes... and a large quantity of mushrooms. Having consumed this repast, second technician Rimmer, Arnold J. experienced what can only be described as a "voyage to trip-out city". To wit, a major hallucinogenic fit.<br /><br />
Captain Hollister: Lister, is this true?<br /><br />
Lister: No, sir. I'm sure it was only one egg.<br /><br />
Rimmer: The aforementioned Rimmer, to wit, me, then attended inspection parade. He was totally naked except for a pair of mock-leather driving gloves and some blue swimming goggles. Under the influence of this psychadelic breakfast he went on to attack two senior officers, believing them to be giraffes who were armed and dangerous.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Look... In three million years, you'll be dead.<br /><br />
Past Rimmer: [mock surprise]: Oh, will I really?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Yes, unless you do something about it now.<br /><br />
Past Rimmer: Oh, and what do you suggest I do, then? Eat less white bread? More roughage?<br /><br />
Lister: Why do women always leave me? Why do they dump me for men who wear turtle neck sweaters and smoke a pipe? I mean natural yoghurt eaters. "Reliable", "sensible", "dependable", and lots of other words that end in "-ible". They're obsessed with house prices and he spends half his life at antique fairs looking for bargains and drinking wine. It's never beer is it, it's always wine. 'What do you want on your cornflakes darling', 'oh I'll 'ave some wine please'.<br /><br />
Holly: I was in love once. A Sinclair ZX81. People said, no, Holly, she's not for you. She's cheap, she's stupid and she wouldn't load, well, not for me anyway.<br /><br />
Lister: What are you trying to say, Hol?<br /><br />
Holly: What I'm saying, Dave is, it's better to have loved and lost than to listen to an album by Olivia Newton-John.<br /><br />
Cat: Why's that?<br /><br />
Holly: Anything's better than to listen to an album by Olivia Newton-John.<br /><br />
Holly [after being insulted about his temporarily reduced IQ]: 6? Do me a lemon! That's a poor IQ for a glass of water!<br /><br />
Holly, That's a load of Tottenham, that is. Yeah, a steaming pile of Hotspur.<br /><br />
Rimmer, He's out to lunch, breakfast, dinner, tea, supper, the lot. He's not in for a single meal, if you ask me.<br /><br />
Holly, And the moral of the story; appreciate what you've got, because basically, I'm fantastic!<br /><br />
[from the song "Tongue-Tied," sung by Cat, Rimmer and Lister]<br /><br />
When I saw you for the first time (first time)<br /><br />
My knees began to quiver (quiver)<br /><br />
And I got a funny feeling (feeling)<br /><br />
In my kidneys and my liver (digestive system baby)<br /><br />
My hands they started shakin' (shakin')<br /><br />
My heart began a-thumpin' (boom, boom, boom)<br /><br />
My breakfast left my body (huey, huey, huey)<br /><br />
Now darling tell me somethin.'<br /><br />
Rimmer: [trying to demonstrate his flirtation technique] Would you like a worm-do?<br /><br />
Lister: What's that then?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Lister, that's not how it works. I ask if you want to join me for a cocktail, you say yes, I ask if you want a worm-do, you say 'what's a worm-do?' and then I say-<br /><br />
Lister: 'Oh, it wriggles along the ground like this.'<br /><br />
Holly: I just don't know where we are. There's no two ways about it: I flamingoed up!<br /><br />
Rimmer: What do you mean?<br /><br />
Holly: It's like a cock-up, only much much bigger.<br /><br />
Holly: Hang on I'm linking up with their on-board computer.<br /><br />
Hilly: Hello, I'm Hilly.<br /><br />
Holly: Hello, I'm Holly.<br /><br />
Hilly: Hello Holly.<br /><br />
Holly: Hello Hilly.<br /><br />
Hilly: Wow this is a turn up innit. You'd better boogie on over and we can sort it out.<br /><br />
Holly: Right on sis.<br /><br />
Hilly:: See you Hol.<br /><br />
Holly:: See you Hil.<br /><br />
[The Crew Stares at him]<br /><br />
Holly:: I'm in there!<br /><br />
Rimmer: What colour is it supposed to turn?<br /><br />
Lister: Blue for not pregnant, which is the colour it's gonna turn.<br /><br />
Rimmer: And red for pregnant?<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah.<br /><br />
Rimmer: [chants]Come on, you re-eds!<br /><br />
Rimmer: It's changing colour!<br /><br />
Lister: What colour?<br /><br />
Rimmer: It is! It's changing colour!<br /><br />
Lister: What colour!?<br /><br />
Rimmer: I's blue for not pregnant, right?<br /><br />
Lister: Yes!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Good news Listy, excellent news!<br /><br />
Lister: Oh, thank god!<br /><br />
Rimmer: I'm going to be an uncle!<br /><br />
Lister: Cat.<br /><br />
Cat: Mm?<br /><br />
Lister: Did you ever see the Flintstones?<br /><br />
Cat: Of course.<br /><br />
Lister: Do you think Wilma's sexy?<br /><br />
Cat: Wilma Flintstone?<br /><br />
Lister: Maybe we've been alone in deep space for too long but every time I see that show, her body drives me crazy. Is it just me?<br /><br />
Cat: I think in all probability, Wilma Flintstone is the most desirable woman who ever lived.<br /><br />
Lister: That's good, I thought I was goin' strange.<br /><br />
Cat: She's incredible!<br /><br />
Lister: What do you think of Betty?<br /><br />
Cat: Betty Rubble? Well, I would go with Betty...but I'd be thinkin' of Wilma.<br /><br />
Lister: This is stupid. Why are we talking about going to bed with Wilma Flintstone?<br /><br />
Cat: You're right. We're nuts. This is an insane conversation.<br /><br />
Lister: She'll never leave Fred and we know it.<br /><br />
Cat: We ain't gonna find 'em. They're gone, buddy. But look on the bright side - they're gone, buddy!<br /><br />
Cat: Is that what I think it is?<br /><br />
Lister: What do you think it is?<br /><br />
Cat: An orange whirly thing in space!<br /><br />
Lister: It's a time hole. That's where they are. We're going in.<br /><br />
Cat: Are you crazy We can't go in there!<br /><br />
Lister: Why not?<br /><br />
Cat: Orange, with this suit?<br /><br />
Rimmer: [in response to a woman speaking to him backwards] Flob-a-dob blib blob bleeb!<br /><br />
Lister: [on not everything being right in the backwards universe] What about St. Francis of Assisi? In this universe, he's the petty-minded little sadist who goes around maiming small animals! Or Santa Claus? What a bastard!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Eh?<br /><br />
Lister: He's the big fat git who sneaks down chimneys and steals all the kids' favourite toys!<br /><br />
[the hidden message in the club owner's rant]<br /><br />
Club owner: You are a stupid square-headed bald git, aren't you, eh?! I'm not pointing at you, I'm pointing at you. But I'm not actually addressing you, I'm addressing the one prat in the country who's bothered to get hold of this recording, turn it round and work out the rubbish that I'm saying! What a poor, sad life he's got! Frankly, your act's crap anyway, anybody could have done it! I hate the lot of you, bollocks to you!<br /><br />
Holly: Abandon ship! Abandon ship! Black hole approaching! This is not a drill. This is a drill! [pneumatic drill sound] Abandon shi- Oh God, now the siren's bust.... Awooga! Awooga! Abandon ship!
Holly: Well, the thing about a black hole - its main distinguishing feature - is it's black. And the thing about space, the colour of space, your basic space colour, is black. So how are you supposed to see them?<br /><br />
Rimmer: But five of them? . How can you manage to miss five black holes?<br /><br />
Holly: It's always the way, innit? You hang around for three million years in deep space and there hasn't been one, then all of a sudden five turn up at once.
Rimmer: [While Lister is examining his 19th century toy soldiers] Please be careful with those, they're antiques! How's General Dumuoriez going to look with goat vindaloo all over his tunic?<br /><br />
Lister: It'll make him look more realistic, it'll look like he's got dysentery.
Rimmer: He told me that in a previous incarnation I was Alexander the Great's chief eunuch.<br /><br />
Lister: You know what? I believe you.<br /><br />
Rimmer: To have lived a life alongside one of the greatest commanders of all time! No wonder the military's in my blood!<br /><br />
Lister: No wonder you're such a good singer!
Rimmer: Mayday, Mayday! I wonder why they call it "Mayday" ? It's only a bank holiday. Why not "Shrove Tuesday", or "Ascension Sunday" ? Ascension Sunday, Ascension Sunday! 2nd Wednesday after Pentecost, 2nd Wednesday after Pentecost!
Rimmer: Twelve?! (pause) You can't have been a full member of the golf club, then.<br /><br />
Lister: Of course I wasn't! It was just a place to go!<br /><br />
Rimmer: You did it (i.e. have sex) on a golf course and you weren't a member?<br /><br />
Lister: It wasn't in the middle of the Ryder Cup or anythin'!
Rimmer: Imagine getting your golf ball stuck in Lister's buttock crevice. You'd need more than a niblick to get that out.<br /><br />
Lister: Are you saying I've got a big bum?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Big? It's like two badly parked Volkswagens.
Lister: I HATE snakes, they freak me out TOTALLY, snakes. They are my all time second worst fear, guy.<br /><br />
Rimmer: What's your first?<br /><br />
Lister: [opens the bin to reveal an enormous salivating alien monster] This.
Lister: Well, I say let's get out there and twat it!
Rimmer: Erm, I think we're losing sight of the real issue here, which is: what are we gonna call ourselves? Erm, and I think it comes down to a choice between "The League Against Salivating Monsters" or my own personal preference, which is "The Committee for the Liberation and Integration of Terrifying Organisms and their Rehabilitation Into Society." Erm, one drawback with that: the abbreviation is "CLITORIS."
Rimmer: Never tangle with anything that's got more teeth than the entire Osmond family.
Rimmer: Have you ever been in dissection class held up a frog by its head? You know the way its belly sort of sticks out above its spindly little legs? Well, that's the picture I see when you get down from the bunk in the morning.
[Cat and Lister are playing Scrabble.]<br /><br />
Cat: Hey hey hey, I've got you now, buddy! J, O, Z, X, Y, Q, K!<br /><br />
Lister: That's not a word.<br /><br />
Cat: It's a Cat word.<br /><br />
Lister: Jozxyqk?<br /><br />
Cat: That's not how you pronounce it!<br /><br />
Lister: What does it mean?<br /><br />
Cat: It's the sound you make when you get your sexual organs trapped in something.<br /><br />
Lister: Is it in the dictionary?<br /><br />
Cat: Well it could be, if you're reading in the nude and close the book too quick. Jozxyqk!!!
Rimmer: When you're younger you can eat what you like, drink what you like, and still climb into your 26" waist trousers and zip them closed. Then you reach that age, 24-25, your muscles give up, they wave a little white flag, and without any warning at all you're suddenly a fat bastard.
Kryten: "Pub." Ah, yes: a meeting place where people attempt to achieve advanced states of mental incompetence by the repeated consumption of fermented vegetable drinks.
Kryten: [reading Hitler's diary] Things to remember: Stop milk, pay papers, invade Czechoslovakia!
Rimmer: Kryten! Unpack Rachel and get out the puncture repair kit!
Lister: [having jumped into a slide showing Hitler at Nuremburg] Ignore him, he's a complete and total nutter, and he's only got one testicle<br /><br />
Rimmer: What is he doing? He's scuffling with Adolf Hitler. You can't just stick one on the leader of the Third Reich!
Rimmer: I used to be in the Samaritans.<br /><br />
Lister: I know. For one morning.<br /><br />
Rimmer: I couldn't take any more.<br /><br />
Lister: I don't blame you. You spoke to five people and they all committed suicide. I wouldn't mind, but one was a wrong number! He only phoned up for the cricket scores!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well, it's not my fault everyone chose that day to jump out of buildings! It made the papers, you know. "Lemming Sunday," they called it.
Rimmer: At least he gets 24 hours notice, that's more than most of us get. Most of us get "Mind that bus!" "What bus?" "Splat!"
Kryten: Is it me or is that cockroach shuffling too loudly?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Kryten, it's called a hangover, don't panic...<br /><br />
Lister: We're on a mining ship, 3 million years into deep space. Can someone please tell me where the smeg I got this traffic cone?!<br /><br />
Cat: Hey, it's not a good night unless you get a traffic cone! It's the policewoman's helmet and the suspenders I don't understand!
Kryten: Is this the human value you call...friendship?<br /><br />
Lister: Don't give me that Star Trek crap, it's too early in the morning.
Kryten: It's alright sir, he's buffing he's programed not to harm humans.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Ah, 'scuse me. Alright miladdo the party's over. I had about as much of this as I'm goona take. It's no good standing there with your chest and silly oiled nipples; doesn't impress me one bit. Now I don't know were you came from, and frankly I don't much care, but if you don't skidaddle pronto, you're going to see a side of me you won't much like.<br /><br />
Lister: Whats he gonna do, drop his trousers?
Kryten: He's an android. His brain couldn't handle the concept of there being no silicon heaven.<br /><br />
Lister: So how come yours can?<br /><br />
Kryten: Because I knew something he didn't.<br /><br />
Lister: What?<br /><br />
Kryten: I knew I was lying. No silicon heaven? Preposterous! Where would all the calculators go?
Camille [edit]<br /><br />
Kryten: Has anyone ever told you that the configuration and juxtaposition of your features is extraordinarily apposite?<br /><br />
Camille: Wow, you really know all the lines, don't you?
Kryten: Oh, spin my nipple nuts and send me to Alaska!
Cat: What was it like being a hamster?<br /><br />
Lister: It was better than being a chicken. Have you seen the size of an egg? Seen the size of a chicken's bum? That's what all the clucking was about. I was trying to say in chicken-talk "for God's sake, give me an epidural!"
Kryten: [upon showing Lister a photo of his penis] Well?<br /><br />
Lister: Well what?<br /><br />
Kryten: Well, what do you think?<br /><br />
Lister: I'm not quite with you here, Kryten, what am I supposed to say?<br /><br />
Kryten: I want to know, is that normal?<br /><br />
Lister: What, taking photographs of it and showing it to your mates? No, it's not!<br /><br />
Kryten: Well, i-it's supposed to look like that?<br /><br />
Lister:....well yeah.<br /><br />
Kryten: But it's hideous! That's the best design they could come up with!? Are you seriously telling me there were choices and someone said "Ah. There. That's it. That's the shape we're looking for; the 'last-chicken-in-the-shop' look." Shakespeare had one. Einstein. Perry Como sang 'Memories Are Made of This' with one of those stashed in his slacks!?'<br /><br />
Lister: Well yeah.<br /><br />
Kryten: No wonder humans don't have a zoom mode!
Kryten: I've been a complete and total polaroid-head.<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah, you've had your head right up your recharge socket.
Lister: Of course, lager! The only thing that can kill a vindaloo!
[Lister looks at the stasis pod, while suffering from Space Mumps]<br /><br />
Lister: So who is she, Holly?<br /><br />
Holly: Says on the pod, Barbara Bellini<br /><br />
Lister: Barbara Bellini, what a beautiful name. There's no justice, how can this happen to me? Maybe I can wear a turban and pretend I'm from India.<br /><br />
Cat: Maybe you can stick a spike in your head and pretend you're the Taj Mahal!
[Lister takes the witness stand]<br /><br />
Kryten: Name?<br /><br />
Lister: Dave Lister.<br /><br />
Kryten: Occupation?<br /><br />
Lister: [looks bewildered for a moment, then answers] Uh, bum.<br /><br />
Kryten: Sir, would you describe the accused [Rimmer] as a friend?<br /><br />
Cat: Take the Fifth!<br /><br />
Kryten: Sir, please answer the question. Remember you are under polygraphic surveillance: Would you describe the accused as a friend?<br /><br />
Lister: No, I'd describe the accused as a git.
[The crew are talking about how to go back to the bridge through closed doors.]<br /><br />
Cat: I've got it. We laser our way through.<br /><br />
Kryten: An excellent plan, with just two drawbacks: One, we don't have a power source for lasers; and Two, we don't have any lasers.
Cat: Come on, man, you gotta sacrifice your life. I'm not asking you to do anything I wouldn't do.<br /><br />
Rimmer: You? You'd sacrifice your life for the good of the crew?<br /><br />
Cat: No! I'd sacrifice your life for the good of the crew.
Lister: Computer Senility. It's such a weird condition.<br /><br />
Kryten: I know. I had a mechanoid friend once who suffered from the same affliction. His name was Gilbert, but he preferred it if people called him "Rameses Niblick the Third, Kerplunk Kerplunk, Whoops, Where's My Thribble?". A sad case.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well, if you ask me the eskimos had the right idea. They knew how to handle the elderly and the permanently baffled: middle of the night, they'd take the out into the blizzard, remove their pyjamas, and just leave them to it.<br /><br />
Kryten: That's how eskimos cared for their old people?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Absolutely. That's why there's no eskimo word for 'Eastbourne'.
Cat: Great(!) Where does this leave us?!<br /><br />
Kryten: It leaves us floating aimlessly in space with no navigation and a rapidly diminishing emergency power supply. It leaves us galloping up diarrhea drive without a saddle.
Kryten: You are the most obnoxious, trumped-up, farty little smeghead it has ever been my misfortune to encounter!
Ace: Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast.
Rimmer: You don't like Reggie Wilson? What? Not even "Pop Goes Delius" or "Funking Up Wagner"?<br /><br />
Lister: I prefer something slightly more melodious, like the long, drawn-out death rattle of a man suffering from terminal flatulence.
Rimmer: [in a scathing tone] I recognize you two. Weren't you two the double action centrefold in July's edition of "Big Boys in Boots"?
Rimmer: Skipper?<br /><br />
Ace: Thought he deserved a nickname, Skipper sounded good.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Ace and Skipper? You sound like a kids TV series about a boy and his bush kangaroo.
Caligula: Very well. Rasputin, bring in the bucket of soapy frogs and remove his trousers.
[Rimmer tells Lister of his great "victory" leading the good droids against the fascist droids.]<br /><br />
Lister: How many survived?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well, we haven't had time to make a full official estimate. But at a rough guess, and obviously this is subject to alteration pending information updates, roundabout: none of them.<br /><br />
Lister: So you wiped out the entire population of this planet?<br /><br />
Rimmer: You make it sound so negative, Lister. Don't you see? The deranged menace that once threatened this world is vanquished.<br /><br />
Lister: No it isn't, pal. You're still here!
Cat: What, am I the only sane one here? Why don't we drop the defensive shields?<br /><br />
Kryten: A superlative suggestion, sir, with just two minor flaws. One: we don't have any defensive shields. And two: we don't have any defensive shields. Now I realise that, technically speaking, that's only one flaw; but I thought it was such a big one, it was worth mentioning twice.
Lister: Lister to Red Dwarf. We have in our midst a complete smeg pot. Brains in the anal region. Chin absent, presumed missing. Genitalia small and inoffensive. Of no value or interest.
Kryten: They've taken Mr. Rimmer! Sir, they've taken Mr. Rimmer!<br /><br />
Cat: Quick - let's get out of here before they bring him back!
Rimmer: So, Kryten, you've heard of this "Inquisitor"?<br /><br />
Kryten: Only as a myth; a dark fable; a horror tale, told across the flickering embers of a midnight fire, wherever hardened space dogs gather to drink fermented vegetable products and compete in tales of blood-chilling terror!<br /><br />
Rimmer: A simple "yes" would have sufficed.
Kryten: [the Inquisitor is coming to judge the crew and delete the worthless. Rimmer is worried] Sir! Sir, you don't have to be a great philanthropist, or a missionary worker, you simply have to seize the gift of life!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Oh, God.<br /><br />
Kryten: Make a contribution.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Oh, God.<br /><br />
Kryten: No matter how small.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Oh, God.<br /><br />
Kryten: You simply have to have lead a life that wasn't totally egocentric, vain and self-serving.<br /><br />
Rimmer: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?<br /><br />
Kryten: I'm just trying to make you feel better, sir.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well, shut up then!
Inquisitor Rimmer: Now then: justify yourself.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well...first, I've -<br /><br />
Inquisitor Rimmer: Liar!
Inquisitor Cat: Justify your existence. What contribution have you made?<br /><br />
Cat: I have given pleasure to the world because I have such a beautiful ass!<br /><br />
Inquisitor Cat: Well, that's true.<br /><br />
Cat: Can I go now?<br /><br />
Inquisitor Cat: ...That's your case?<br /><br />
Cat: You need more?<br /><br />
Inquisitor Cat: Some might say that's a pretty shallow argument.<br /><br />
Cat: Some might say I'm a pretty shallow guy, but a shallow guy with a great ass!
Inquisitor Kryten: Well, Kryten? Justify yourself.<br /><br />
Kryten: I'm not sure I can.<br /><br />
Inquisitor Kryten: But surely your life is replete with good works? There can be few individuals who have lived a more selfless life.<br /><br />
Kryten: But I am programmed to live unselfishly. And therefore, any good works I do come not out of fine motives, but as a result of a series of binary commands I am compelled to obey.<br /><br />
Inquisitor Kryten: Well, then, how can any mechanical justify himself?<br /><br />
Kryten: Perhaps only if he attempted to break his programming and conduct his life according to a set of values he arrived at independently.<br /><br />
Inquisitor Kryten: Your argument invites deletion.<br /><br />
Kryten: The rules are yours, not mine.<br /><br />
Inquisitor Kryten: Do you wish to be erased?<br /><br />
Kryten: I am programmed not to wish for anything. I serve.<br /><br />
Inquisitor Kryten: In a human, this type of behaviour could be considered "stubborn".<br /><br />
Kryten: But I am not human. And neither are you. And it is not our place to judge them. I wonder why you do.
Lister: Listen, Kryten, I've been thinkin' about this, I've come up with something.<br /><br />
Kryten: Yes, sir?<br /><br />
Lister: I'm gonna use my brains for the first time in my life.<br /><br />
Kryten: Considering the circumstances, sir, do you really believe that's wise?
Kryten: Sir, a couple of brief points: firstly, you're not a qualified service engineer, and, consequently, sawing me in two will invalidate my guarantee; secondly, I wouldn't trust you to open a can of sardines that was already open.
Cat: Okay. I say let's get into the jet-powered rocket pants and junior birdman the hell out of here!<br /><br />
Kryten: An excellent and inventive suggestion, sir, with just two tiny drawbacks: a) We don't have any jet-powered rocket pants; and b) there's no such thing as jet-powered rocket pants outside the fictional serial "Robbie Rocket Pants."<br /><br />
Cat: Well, that's put a crimp on an otherwise damn fine plan.
Lister: We're a real Mickey Mouse operation, aren't we?<br /><br />
Cat: Mickey Mouse? We ain't even Betty Boop!
Dr. Hildegarde Lanstrom: Schopenhauer was right, wouldn't you say? Life without pain has no meaning. Gentlemen! I wish to give your lives meaning...
Dr. Hildegarde Lanstrom: (over radio) Hello, my name is Doctor Hildegarde Lanstrom and I'm quite quite mad<br /><br />
Rimmer: (jokingly) Are you really, how absolutely splendid<br /><br />
Dr. Hildegarde Lanstrom: I have a riddle for you. What's dead, and dead, and dead all over?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Give in Doctor fruit-loop, do tell me.<br /><br />
Dr. Hildegarde Lanstrom: yoooooooooooooooooooou.
Rimmer: Gentlemen...your conversation makes interesting listening...<br /><br />
Lister: Rimmer, is that you?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Oh Yes<br /><br />
Lister: How long have you been listenin'?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Two, maybe three hours<br /><br />
Lister: Well nobody's got any disease, man<br /><br />
Cat: We're Clean<br /><br />
Rimmer: You have to re-screen us, sir, as per directive 699<br /><br />
Lister: No-one's got any virus, and no-one's smeggin' nuts!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well that's good<br /><br />
[The lights come up, and Rimmer is shown sitting wearing a red and white gingham dress...and army boots...]<br /><br />
Rimmer: Is something amiss?
Rimmer: No I can't let you out<br /><br />
Lister: Why Not?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Because the King of the Potato People wont let me. I begged him, I got down on my knees, and wept. He wants to keep you here...Keep you here for ten years.<br /><br />
Cat: Can we see him?<br /><br />
Rimmer: See who?<br /><br />
Cat: The King<br /><br />
Rimmer: Do you have a magic carpet?<br /><br />
Lister: Yeh...a little three seater!<br /><br />
Rimmer: So let me get this straight...you want to fly on a magic carpet, to see the king of the potato people, and plead with him for your freedom...and you're telling me you're completely sane!?
Rimmer: They've been naughty boys, haven't they, Mr Flibble?<br /><br />
"Mr Flibble": Yes.<br /><br />
Rimmer: What happens to naughty boys who've been naughty, Mr Flibble?<br /><br />
"Mr Flibble": Uncle Arnie fries them alive with his hex vison.
Lister: Kryten man! Are you okay?<br /><br />
Kryten: I have a medium-sized fire axe buried in my spinal column. That sort of thing can really put a crimp on your day.
Rimmer: Mr Flibble is very cross, you shouldn't have run away from him. What are we going to do with them Mr Flibble?<br /><br />
[Rimmer raises his arm to his ear and Mr Flibble 'whispers' into Rimmer's ear. Rimmer makes a shocked face]<br /><br />
Rimmer: We can't possibly do that! Who'd clear up the mess?
Holly: Rude alert! Rude alert! An electrical fire has knocked out my voice recognition unicycle! Many Wurlitzers are missing from my database. Abandon shop! This is not a daffodil. Repeat: This is not a daffodil.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well, thankfully Holly's unaffected.
Lister: I'll tell you one thing. I've been to a parallel universe, I've seen time running backwards, I've played pool with planets and I've given birth to twins, but I never thought in my entire life I'd taste an edible Pot Noodle.
Higher Cat: We find clothes to be a distraction from the pursuit of spiritual and intellectual fulfillment.<br /><br />
Cat: Really? I find spiritual and intellectual fulfillment to be a distraction from the pursuit of clothes.
Kryten: These are our higher selves. They are who we could have become if all the negative aspects of our characters were removed.<br /><br />
Rimmer: You mean hippies.<br /><br />
Kryten: With respect sir, you think Jesus was a hippie.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Well, he was. He had long hair and he didn't have a job. What more do you want?
[After Dave, Higher Cat, and Rimmer have all passed by a junction of two corridors Higher Kryten stops and yells down it]<br /><br />
Higher Kryten: Welcome brothers we bring food and medical supplies.<br /><br />
[Higher Kryten is shot once in the left shoulder by an unseen person. Lister pulls him away from the junction.]<br /><br />
Higher Kryten: Poor devil, his gun must have gone off accidentally.<br /><br />
[Higher Kryten steps back out into the junction.]<br /><br />
Higher Kryten: Welcome my children we bring you balms and tinctures.<br /><br />
[Higher Kryten is shot two more times, once in the left shoulder, and once in the abdomen.]<br /><br />
Higher Kryten: We would be pleased to sing you healing hymns!<br /><br />
[Higher Kryten is shot two more times and falls. Lister steps out into the junction.]<br /><br />
Lister: Is he dead?<br /><br />
Rimmer: We can only hope.
Low Rimmer: I'm going to lash you to within an inch of your life, and then, i'm going to have you.
Kryten: Question which occurs: if this ocean is supposed to be teeming with new lifeforms, where are they all?<br /><br />
Lister: What are you implying?<br /><br />
Kryten: No implication intended, sir.<br /><br />
Lister: Yes, there is. You're saying there's some huge damn fish out there, aren't yer? Some kinda gigantic weird pre-historic leviathan who's porked his way through this entire ocean.<br /><br />
Kryten: That's one option.<br /><br />
Lister: Any alternatives?<br /><br />
Kryten: None that occur.
Cat: Don't fish swim south for the winter?<br /><br />
Kryten: No, sir. That's birds.<br /><br />
Cat: Birds swim south? How can they breathe?
Rimmer: This venom - are we safe in here?<br /><br />
Lister: It penetrated the hull of a class D space corps seeding ship. In comparison, we're a sardine tin.<br /><br />
Rimmer: It's coming straight for us.<br /><br />
Lister: There's only three alternatives: it thinks we're either a threat, food or a mate.... It's either gonna kill us, eat us or hump us. Either we persuade him we're not that kinda oceanic salvage vessel, or we scarper pronto.<br /><br />
Cat: To get diddled by a giant squid on a first date? Think how I'd feel in the morning!
Rimmer: I know that, emotionally speaking, this isn't the news you want to hear right now. But there's a blob on the sonar scope the size of New Mexico and it's heading your way.<br /><br />
Holly: I think our friend the Suicide Squid is about to put in an appearance.<br /><br />
Kryten: Where is it, precisely?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Directly above you. 2,000 fathoms and diving.<br /><br />
Lister: Oh, thanks a lot, Rimmer. You know the state we're in and you have to go and give us news like that. You couldn't have *lied*?<br /><br />
Rimmer: I *was* lying. It's only 1,000 fathoms.
Rimmer: Kryten, open the next one.<br /><br />
Kryten: Listen, whoever you are, don't push your luck by ordering whoever I am around, because almost certainly, whoever I am, I'm not the kind of guy who's gonna take any crap from whoever you are. So before you start ordering me around, let's establish if I'm the kind of guy who doesn't mind being ordered around or if I'm the kind of guy who gets all uptight about being ordered around by whatever the kind of guy you are.<br /><br />
Rimmer: All I said was open the next one.
Rimmer: This is a nightmare! I'm on the run from the Fascist Police with a murderer, a mass murderer and a man in a Bri-Nylon shirt!
Cat: What the hell happened to my teeth? I could open beer bottles with my overbite!
Cat: No, no! I don't want to be Duane Dibbley!
Duane Dibbley: So this is really me? A no-style gimbo with teeth the Druids could use as a place of worship?
[Lister-Sebastian and Kryten-Jake see two propaganda posters]<br /><br />
Sebastian Doyle: [reading] "Vote Fascist for a Third Glorious Decade of Total Law Enforcement"?<br /><br />
Jake Bullet: [reading] "Be a Government Informer. Betray Your Family and Friends. Fabulous Prizes to be Won"?
The Cat: We could all put our heads together and the bullet could go down the line!
Cop: Halt or I will fire.<br /><br />
[a young child runs past across the car park]<br /><br />
Cop: [in pursuit] Move, Voters!<br /><br />
Jake Bullet: [Grabbing Billy Doyle-Rimmer] Move an inch and I'll crush every bone in your body.<br /><br />
Cop: You helped an enemy of Democracy escape. She was stealing an apple of the people.<br /><br />
Jake Bullet: [flashing ID] Bullet. Cybernautics.<br /><br />
Cop: That's traffic control. Kneel, Voters! You are under sentence of death.
Cop: [to Sebastian-Lister] Come out of the shadows, Voter.<br /><br />
Sebastian Doyle: What's the beef? Did she steal your lunch box?<br /><br />
Cop: M... mm... many apologies, Voter Colonel.<br /><br />
Sebastian Doyle: You know me?<br /><br />
Cop: Of course, Voter Colonel.<br /><br />
Sebastian Doyle: Who am I?<br /><br />
Cop: You are Colonel Sebastian Doyle, Section Chief of CGI, Head of the Ministry of Alteration.<br /><br />
Sebastian Doyle: Remind me a little: what do we do at the Ministry of Alteration?<br /><br />
Cop: You... change people, Sir.<br /><br />
Sebastian Doyle: In what way?<br /><br />
Cop: You change them from being alive people, to being dead people. To purify Democracy.<br /><br />
Billy Doyle: Purify?<br /><br />
Cop: [proudly] No one has done more to purge the ballot boxes than the Voter Colonel.<br /><br />
Duane Dibbley: So why has he been away for 4 years then?<br /><br />
Cop: Excuse me, Voter Colonel, but is this some sort of test?<br /><br />
Sebastian Doyle: Answer him.<br /><br />
Cop: The rumour was that you had grown weary of your glorious duties and had gone away in secret to renew yourself.
Rimmer: There, on the floor... P-S-I-R-E-N-S... "Psirens?"<br /><br />
Kryten: The poor sucker must have written it using a combination of his own blood, and even his own intestines.<br /><br />
Rimmer: But who would do that?<br /><br />
Lister: Someone who BADLY needed a pen.<br /><br />
Cat: What I wanna know is why he went to the trouble of using his own kidney as a full-stop.<br /><br />
Rimmer: I don't think he meant to do that. I think it just... plopped out.
[Starbug is threatened by a giant rogue asteroid that could be a mere illusion.]<br /><br />
Kryten: Suggest we maintain course. That asteroid does not exist.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Suppose you're wrong?<br /><br />
Kryten: Sir, I'll stake my reputation on it.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Kryten, you haven't got a reputation.<br /><br />
Kryten: No, sir, but I'm hoping to acquire one from this escapade.
Legion [edit]<br /><br />
Rimmer: May I remind you of Space Corps Directive 34124?<br /><br />
Kryten: 34124? "No officer with false teeth should attempt oral sex in zero-gravity"?
Rimmer: Step up to Red Alert!<br /><br />
Kryten: Sir, are you absolutely sure? It does mean changing the bulb.<br /><br />
Rimmer: There's always some excuse, isn't there?
Rimmer: Lister, she's a computer sprite. She's just a load of pixels.<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah, but what pixels.
Cat: You're going to go with one of my plans? Are you nuts? What happens if we all get killed? I'll never hear the last of it.
Death: Well, Sheriff, looks like it's just little old you.<br /><br />
Kryten: I'm not afraid, Mr Death, sir. My friends have bought enough time for me to complete the antidote program. So, if you'll forgive the confrontational imperative, go for your guns you scum-sucking molluscs!
Death: We're gonna cut you up so small, the worms won't even have to chew!<br /><br />
Rimmer: You can't scare me, I'm a coward! I'm always scared!
[First lines of the episode; Rimmer is trying to get the sleeping Lister and Cat to take part in an emergency drill]<br /><br />
Rimmer: SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE!<br /><br />
Lister: [sleepily] Yeah, that'll be great with bacon and beans, man.
Cat: Look what it did to me! It's turned me into Duane Dibbley - the Duke of Dork.
[While looking for the Emohawk]<br /><br />
Kryten: According to the psi-scan, it's somewhere in this location.<br /><br />
Lister: It's the barrel! [shoots at the barrel] Sorry. False alarm. That chain, it's moving! [shoots chain] Sorry. Sorry.<br /><br />
Kryten: Sir, try and remain calm. You're experiencing a classic knee-jerk, paranoid reaction to a terror situation. It's essential at this time that we - IT'S THE WALL! [shoots the wall] Shame overload. I... I... I sorry.
Rimmer: Kryten, kindly get to the point before I jam your nose between your cheeks and make it the filling of a buttock sandwich.
Rimmer: So let me get this straight. If we board that ship and we get captured, we're finished. However, if we board that ship, don't get captured but the superstructure disintegrates around us, we are finished. On the other hand, if we board that ship, don't get captured, and the superstructure doesn't disintegrate around us, but we can't find any fuel, we are in fact finished.
Rimmer: [on facing imminent destruction of Starbug] There's less choice than a Welsh fish and chip shop.
Rimmer: In which case we can remove him from duty as per Space Corps Directive 196156.<br /><br />
Kryten: 196156? Any officer caught sniffing the saddle of the exercise bicycle in the women's gym will be discharged without trial? Hmm. I'm sorry, sir, that doesn't quite get to the nub of the matter for me.
Rimmer: I'm a competitive man, Kryten. Always have been. That's what makes me what I am.<br /><br />
Kryten: We're all perfectly well aware of what you are, sir.
Kryten: Rogue Simulants always carry large stocks of food supply in order to prolong the torment of their torture victims. In some cases, they've kept subjects alive for 40 years in a state of perpetual agony.<br /><br />
Rimmer: If we wanted to live in a state of perpetual agony, we'd let Lister play his guitar.
Cat: There's an old cat saying: "If you're gonna eat tuna, expect bones."<br /><br />
Rimmer: There's an old human saying: "If you're gonna talk garbage, expect pain."
Lister: [deciding on whether or not to go into an abandoned Rogue Simulant ship and get food] Kryten, what's for dinner?<br /><br />
Kryten: Tonight, sir, Asteroid and Lichen Stew followed by Dandelion Sorbet.<br /><br />
Lister: We're going in.
Kryten: [to Lister] Sir, are you really saying you would rather have a psychopathic mechanical killer rip off your skull and play your frontal lobes like a xylophone than have another bowl of my nourishing space nettle soup?<br /><br />
Cat: Buddy, I'd hand him the sticks and hold up the sheet music!
Cat: [to a Rogue Simulant] There's one thing you should know. Last time we met I was wearing a cute little black number with peach trim and gold spangles, and although it looks like I'm wearing the same outfit today, it is in fact an entirely different cute little black number, with completely different gold spangles!<br /><br />
Kryten: That was an important speech, sir, and it needed to be made. Might I suggest, however, that the rest of this discourse is continued by those with brains larger than a grape?
Cat: All in all, a 100% successful trip!<br /><br />
Kryten: But, sir, we lost Mr. Rimmer.<br /><br />
Cat: All in all, a 100% successful trip!
[Rimmer's in deep trouble]<br /><br />
Cat: You know, there's an old cat saying. But you don't wanna hear it right now.
[Kryten has given Rimmer a set of Chinese worry balls to help him cope with his stress-related nerve disorder]<br /><br />
Kryten: Please, sir, don't panic.<br /><br />
Rimmer: It's not panic, it's a full blown hysterical fit.<br /><br />
Kryten: Grind those balls, sir. Grind them!
Lister: [Lister, Kryten and the Cat are surrounded by a group of bad Rimmers in "Rimmerworld"] This might sound like a bit of a corny line, but... I can't bring myself round to say it.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Say what?<br /><br />
Lister: Take us to your leader.<br /><br />
Kryten: Sir, how could you?
Rimmer: Dear lord, what has created such foulness? Is it the product of a marriage twixt woman and gerbil?
Rimmer: Enough of this heresy. At the stroke of dawn take them out and kill them. And when you've killed them burn the bodies, then bring me the cold ashes on a silver plate with a glass of chilled sancerre.<br /><br />
Cat: This guy's an animal. Doesn't he know it's red wine with cold ashes.
Lister: There's got to be a way out. There hasn't been a prison built that could hold Derek Custer. Why don't we scrape away this mortar here, slide one of these bricks out, then using a rope weaved from strands of this hessian, rig up a kind of a pulley system so that when a guard comes in, using it as a trip wire, gets laid out, and we put Rimmer in the guard's uniform, he leads us out, we steal some swords, and fight our way back to the 'bug?<br /><br />
Kryten: Or we could use the teleporter.<br /><br />
Lister: Or in a pinch, we could use the teleporter.
Rimmer: It can't have gone unnoticed that morale is at an all-time low. We've lost all trace of Red Dwarf and supplies are low. So I have decided to appoint myself morale officer and set myself the task of raising morale all round. Now I thought it would productive if we all met once a week and had a coffee or a beer - whatever's your poison - and get any troubles we may have off our chests. Any objections? [the others mutter agreement.] Well, as it's week one, why don't I start? You know what it is about Lister that really makes me want to puke? That really makes me want to stab him in both eyes with an icepick? Everything, that's what. Especially his godawful chirpy gerbil-faced optimism. And as for the Cat - what an unbelievable git. And Kryten - if he doesn't change pronto, I swear I'll attach jump leads to his nipple nuts and fry him like a Cajun catfish. Well, that's cleared the air. I don't know about you, but I certainly feel better. Thank for your contributions gentlemen. See you at next week's morale meeting. Marvellous. [exits]<br /><br />
Lister: Good meeting.
[The Dwarfers acquire a time travel device, testing it out by sending the ship to the year 1421]<br /><br />
Rimmer: Give us visual. Let's see what it's like out there.<br /><br />
Lister: Okay, punching it up.<br /><br />
[They see nothing but empty space]<br /><br />
Lister: Hey, I don't get it! We're still where we were!<br /><br />
Kryten: Of course. We're still in deep space, sir, only now we're in deep space in the 15th century. Isn't it wonderful?<br /><br />
Rimmer: So we're still three million years away from Earth?
[From the last scene not shown in the final cut]<br /><br />
Lister: They aren't margaritas, that's urine recyc!
Rimmer: Do you think it's because the subspace conduits have locked with the transponder calibrations and caused a major tachyon surge that has overloaded the time matrix?<br /><br />
Kryten: Ah, no, sir. I've just been jabbing it too hard.
Cat: How come you need more memory? Over the years you've had more RAM than a field of sheep!
Ace: You can't judge a book by its cover.<br /><br />
Lister: And you can't confuse Rimmer with a book. For a start, a book's got a spine.
Ace: Princess Bonjella? Ace Rimmer. There'll be time for explanations later and, hopefully, some sex.
Lister: Are you my faithful man servant or what?<br /><br />
Kryten: I'm ashamed to be with you sir. I haven't been this embarrassed since I was loosening my adjustment screws, and my entire groinal box dropped into Mr Rimmer's soup.
(New)Ace: Stoke me a clipper, I'll be back for Christmas.
Kryten: [to Lister] It's an obscene phone call, sir. I think it's for you.
Kochanski: Rimmer?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Yes, ma'am?<br /><br />
Kochanski: Have sex with someone, and that's an order.
[Lister's old girlfriend has turned up from a parallel dimension]<br /><br />
Kryten: [to Lister] We've lost sight of Miss Kochanski's ship, sir. And we're fast running out of time.<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah, it's good, isn't it?<br /><br />
Kryten: No sir, I don't believe it is.<br /><br />
Lister: Why? Don't you like her?<br /><br />
Kryten: I'm a mere mechanoid, sir. It's hardly my place to point out what a bossy old trollop she is.
Kryten: I'm going to end up on my own again, just like I did on the Nova 5.<br /><br />
Lister: You killed the crew, Kryten! No wonder you were left on your own! All right, it was an accident, but nonetheless!<br /><br />
Kryten: But what about before that? It was the same on the SS Augustus!<br /><br />
Lister: Well, they died of old age!<br /><br />
Kryten: You see?
Kryten: You're not good enough for him. That's all. OK, he may walk around smelling like a Balti House laundry basket, but he doesn't need the likes of you swapping dimensions like there's no tomorrow and bewitching him with your... in and out bits. Pointy and unnecessary.<br /><br />
Kochanski: You've got big problems, you know that?
Lister: To pee or not to pee, that is the question.
Kochanski: How did I end up like this, on a ship where the fourth most popular pastime is going down to the laundry room and watching my knickers spin dry?
Kryten: They always say the hardest part about leaving Cyberspace is realizing that the whole universe does not revolve around you.<br /><br />
Cat: Sure doesn't. It revolves around me!<br /><br />
Kochanski: Absolutely...<br /><br />
Cat: No. I'm serious! Look at the evidence!<br /><br />
Lister: What evidence?<br /><br />
Cat: Take food: until I bite into it, it has no taste. Even when I know what I'm gonna say, it never bores me!<br /><br />
Lister: You, and you alone.<br /><br />
Cat: And here's the kicker, all the interesting things that ever happen to me happened when I was in the room! Coincidence? Get outta here...
[Lyrics to the The Rimmer Song in The Rimmer Experience:]<br /><br />
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer,<br /><br />
More reliable than a garden strimmer,<br /><br />
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner;<br /><br />
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer.<br /><br />
Master of the wit and the repartee,<br /><br />
His command of space directives is uncanny.<br /><br />
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!<br /><br />
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer.<br /><br />
He's also a fantastic swimmer,<br /><br />
And if you play your cards right,<br /><br />
Then he just might come round for dinner.
Kryten: [about Kochanski] And another thing is that she keeps her pants in her sock drawer! Do you know how time-consuming that can be to put it all back?<br /><br />
Cat: You mean you've seen her pants?
Kochanski: Do you think I like living in this big skip with thrusters? And to top it all off, I am faced with a neurotic droid who is completely obsessed with my pants drawer!<br /><br />
Kryten: You mean I'm not alone? Oh, I see. You mean me.
Lister: I'm losing it, man, otherwise I'd never be thinking stuff like that. Kissing Rimmer? I'd rather be bobbing for apples at the Reading festival!
Lister: [about Rimmer] I never wanna see or hear from that scum sucking, lying, weasel minded smeghead in my entire life.<br /><br />
Kryten: Sigmund Freud, eat your heart out.
[Kryten has invaded Kochanski's "Pride and Prejudice" VR game with a tank]<br /><br />
Kryten: Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I said supper is ready.
Kochanski: Let's at least ask someone who's at least going to give us a slightly more intelligent opinion. Hello, wall! What do you think?
Cat: "Cat do this!" "Cat do that!" What am I? A dog?
Cat: [about Kryten, whose head had just blown up] Life without a head. That's gonna seriously put a real crimp on his lifestyle. What can he do without a head?<br /><br />
Lister: Apart from being you, hardly anything.
[The crew discusses a plan to remove Lister's arm to save his life.]<br /><br />
Lister: Can you explain it to me? Something a bit more confidence-stirring than "Can I hack off your limb?"<br /><br />
Kryten: The plan is to inject antivirals in a precise pattern through your body, forcing epideme into your arm.<br /><br />
Lister: And then you cut it off. Great plan. What choice have I got?... Okay, but make it my left arm, okay. 'Cause my right arm does all my favourite things.
Kryten: I take it we're speaking with the Epideme virus?<br /><br />
Epideme: Give that man an eyebrow! Hey, I'm feeling generous - give him two!
Lister: You absorb knowledge from every person you kill?<br /><br />
Epideme: So you can appreciate killing you ain't exactly a career highlight. No offence, but when you're a virus, there ain't much call for knowing how to open a lager bottle with your anus.
Lister wakes up afer the crew cut off his arm to discover that is right arm has been cut off<br /><br />
Kochanski: Hi. I'm so sorry.<br /><br />
Lister: My left arm I said. Thats my right. What kind of Navigation Officer can't tell left from right?<br /><br />
Kryten and Cat enter<br /><br />
Kryten: Sir, you're awake!<br /><br />
Cat: Buddy you look great! (Puts out hand to shake Lister's before realising he put his right hand out)
Kochanski: (Disgusted by all the corpses on the Leviathan) I've never seen anything like this!<br /><br />
Lister: You weren't around for my last party, were ya?
Lister: But does it change anything?<br /><br />
Kochanski: Listen, having only one arm will make no difference to any woman that cares about you.<br /><br />
Lister: What about sex?<br /><br />
Kochanski: Not here, it's too sandy.
Cat: Forget Red - let's go all the way up to Brown Alert!<br /><br />
Kryten: There's no such thing as a Brown Alert, sir.<br /><br />
Cat: You won't be saying that in a minute! And don't say I didn't alert you!
Lister: Hey guys, look at me body.<br /><br />
Cat: Now there is an invitation that will NOT cause a stampede.
Captain Hollister: Rimmer, is this salute ever going to end? Do I have time to go for a cup of coffee? Maybe go on vacation?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Nearly finished, sir. This is my very special extra long salute I reserve for the especially important, sir.
Rimmer: One day in this lousy, stinking penal colony and I'm cracking up. Everyone's so deranged and brutal, it's frightening. This afternoon I was so depressed I went to see the social worker.<br /><br />
Lister: Was he any help?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Not really; he beat me up. He said I was a whining nancy-boy with girlie white legs, then pummelled me repeatedly with his book, Showing Compassion to Inmates.<br /><br />
Lister: I thought social workers were supposed to be nice?<br /><br />
Rimmer: In the end I was so shell-shocked I went to see the priest and explained everything.<br /><br />
Lister: What did he say?<br /><br />
Rimmer: He said I was a whining baby who was missing his mum. Then he beat me up, too. You can still see the crucifix marks in the back of my head.
Captain Hollister: I also suspect that someone, possibly Lister, has given Rimmer access to the crew's confidential files, and he's using this information to blackmail his way up the chain of command. It's sickening. It's unforgivable. But it's a technique that can work. I should know; I used the same method myself to become captain. If the crew discover I'm really just Dennis the Doughnut Boy, I'm finished.
Lister: Have you figured a way to get us out of here, Hol?<br /><br />
Holly: I have actually, Dave. I've devoted all my run-time to looking for a loop-hole in the prison regs. I think I've come up with something that means you can serve your entire two-year sentence in just fourteen weeks.<br /><br />
Lister: Ah, Brilliant! What have I got to do?<br /><br />
Holly: Become a dog.
Lister [about their two-year prison sentence]: It's only two years; what, with good behaviour, it'll probably only be eighteen months. Remember when you were first born, then you were eighteen months? The time just flashed past!<br /><br />
Rimmer: It flashed past because you had two breasts big as your head at your beck and call day and night! Give me that now and I wouldn't be whinging.
[Lister has signed up for the Canaries]<br /><br />
Lister: What have I signed up for?<br /><br />
Rimmer: In the 19th century, when miners went down a pit: they'd lower a canary down first, in a little cage. [...] And if the atmosphere was noxious, as it frequently was, guess what the canary did?<br /><br />
Lister: Complained to the Foreman?<br /><br />
Rimmer: It died, Listy! The canary's job was to go into the most dangerous, unpleasant and most smeggy situations and see if it could stay alive. Then they'd know if it was safe to send in the important people. [...] How come you've never heard of the canaries? They've got recruitment posters all over the men's bogs! How come you've not seen them?<br /><br />
Lister: When I'm in the men's toilets in prison, Rimmer, I tend not to look around; d'yknow what I'm saying? It's like playing Golf; I concentrate on my grip, keep my eye on the ball and try not to veer off to the side!
Rimmer: The Canaries! You know what they say it's supposed to stand for? Convict Army, Nearly All Retarded Inbred Evil Sheepshaggers! They haven't got an X chromasone to share between them!<br /><br />
Lister: Smeg. It gets worse as well.<br /><br />
Rimmer: (Laughing) Worse! Go on!<br /><br />
Lister: I've signed you up too.
Captain Hollster: [Breifing the Canaries] We've located a ship, the SS Silverberg, buried at the bottom of an ocean moon. A remote probe has come back with no signs of a crew; no bodily remains, no skeletons, zip. we want you guys to go on board and find out why. [...] It's inconcievable a ship like this could be sent out without a crew. So whatever devoured the crew, bones and all, might still be there so... be careful.
Cassandra: All the Canaries will be dead within one hour, except for Rimmer -<br /><br />
Rimmer: YES! [punches the air]<br /><br />
Cassandra: - who will be dead in twenty minutes.
Lister: If the future is all worked out, horoscopes all that stuff . . . It means we're not responsible for any thing we do. It means we're just actors sayings lines in a script written by somebody else. I don't want to believe that. I want to believe I'm in charge of me own life. Me own destiny.
[Lister and Rimmer plan to leave after seeing Krytie TV's "Ladies Shower Night," fearing it could damage their appeal]<br /><br />
Rimmer: I want no part of this.<br /><br />
Lister: Me neither.<br /><br />
Rimmer: We've gotta go.<br /><br />
Lister: Right now.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Not a minute to lose.<br /><br />
Lister: I'm dust.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Me too. After two. One, two, go!<br /><br />
[They still sit there, moving their heads sideways, while watching the feature.]
Kryten: First, we sabotage the date.<br /><br />
Lister: What, "we"? You mean you're gonna help me?<br /><br />
Kryten: Step on board the "love express," sir! Now, we get to his quarters through the air vents; I've paid off the guards. Then you make him look like the nerdiest slob in the entire universe. This is what you leave in his quarters. A half-eaten onion sandwich. That's always a passion-killer.<br /><br />
Lister: Is it? I like those.<br /><br />
Kryten: Then there's this: "Morris Dancer Monthly." What a total dweebo nerdmeister he'll look with those!<br /><br />
Rimmer: They're mine!<br /><br />
Kryten: And then there's these: tragically unfashionable underpants.<br /><br />
Rimmer: [exasperated] They're mine!<br /><br />
Kryten: And finally: Christian rock music. It that doesn't scare her off, nothing will.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Have you been going through my things?
Lister: I was trying to get a sick note, but the doc thought I was faking and didn't accept it was possible to get athlete's hand.
Lister: Hol: need some advice, mate. We've been cornered by a T-Rex that was formerly a sparrow, and the only thing that can turn it back into Woody Woodpecker is in its stomach. What's your take on the situation?<br /><br />
Holly: What do you want - the long or the short version?<br /><br />
Lister: Oh. Long.<br /><br />
Holly: You're finished.<br /><br />
Cat: What's the short version?<br /><br />
Holly: Bye.
Both Birdman and Pete have been restored to their former selves<br /><br />
Rimmer: Now, destroy the time wand.<br /><br />
Lister: This machine's priceless!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Destroy it.<br /><br />
[Lister destroys the time wand. Moments later, a giant dinosaur egg is discovered behind a corner.]<br /><br />
Lister: Wh-what do we do now??<br /><br />
Rimmer: Now...rebuild...the time wand! It's absolutely priceless!
Death: Arnold Judas Rimmer, your life is over. Come with me. You will travel to the River Styx, where you will place a coin and -<br /><br />
Rimmer: Not today, matey. [knees Death in the groin] Remember, only the good die young.<br /><br />
Death: [gasping] That's never happened to me before.
Rimmer: Why don't you smegging well smeg off, you annoying little smeggy smegging smegger?
Rimmer is trying to identify a chemical in the mirror universe<br /><br />
Rimmer: Can you tell me what this is?<br /><br />
Mirror Cat: (smells it) It's an alkali.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Oh yes, what's it called?<br /><br />
Mirror Cat: Cesiumfrancolithicmyxialobidiumrixidixidoxidexidroxhide. You look surprised?<br /><br />
Rimmer: I never thought I'd ever hear you say that. Can you write it down for me?<br /><br />
Mirror Cat: Certainly. (To Mirror Kochanski) Could I have an extremely long piece of paper, my dear?
Cat: I'm walking through the cargo deck, right? Minding my own damn business. When all of a sudden, you know that big tank on G deck?<br /><br />
Lister: He means the water tank.<br /><br />
Cat: Suddenly there is a disturbance on the surface of the tank and this massive testicle shoots out of the water and grabs me by the throat.<br /><br />
Lister: He means tentacle.<br /><br />
Rimmer: I hope so.
Lister: You were supposed to be manning the sonar, Rimmer! You could have gotten us all killed!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Is this about you again? It is, isn't it? Can't you see right now I need some me time? My heart is still hammering. I don't know how I got through that.<br /><br />
Lister: You wasn't even there!<br /><br />
Rimmer: I was nearly there. That's close enough for me.
Katerina: Something is not right! It's saying we don't exist! How can this be possible? "Taking to nearest valid reality". Makes no sense at all.
Katerina: You think you outsmart me, yes? But you don't, I here. Cut a second hole.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Science officer, excellent. So pleased you've caught up with us.<br /><br />
Katerina: You gave me slip, I know. You not want to be erased. But you won't defeat me, I too smart.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Erase me? I thought it was murder to kill a hologram.<br /><br />
Katerina: No, hologram already dead. Morally, ethically, hologram killing fine!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Fair enough. [Rimmer suddenly pushes her into oncoming traffic, and her image shorts out] Come on, we haven't got all day.<br /><br />
Kryten: She didn't see that coming did she. I did.
Cat: Whats going to happen to everybody in the reality we left? The guys all watching us on T.V?<br /><br />
Kryten: Well, they will continue to exist as a consequence of us creating them in our hallucination, sir. Its quantum mechanics, every decision that is made creates a new universe, as do all dreams and hallucinations, its multi-verse 1.0.1.<br /><br />
Rimmer: But those sad suckers will live out the rest of their lives convinced they're the real ones and we are characters from a T.V show.<br /><br />
Lister: And you know if you tell them the truth, you know what they would probably do?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Laugh.<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah. [They all snigger] They probably would.
Lister: No the moose aren't in the cars, antlers out the sun roof! They're in the roads, mooseing about, crossing roads, causing accidents!<br /><br />
Cat: You mean they're not looking left and right?<br /><br />
Lister: Exactly.<br /><br />
Cat: Not using the pedestrian crossings?<br /><br />
Lister: Exactly!<br /><br />
Cat: Not paying attention as to whether it's a little green man or a little red man? Of course they're not, they're mooses!! Jeez... Swedes: they expect too much!
Rimmer: Kryten, you have a real gift. You make things that are really, really complicated sound really, really complicated.
Rimmer: Are you saying I am a resentful person? I really resent that!
Howard: And you rebuilt him - gave him something to live for.<br /><br />
Rimmer: No, we just hosed him down and gave him a hat.
Rimmer: [upon reading the results of his latest Astro Navigation exam and fully expecting to fail] CAN YOU NEVER EVER SUCCEED AT ANYTHING, YOU USELESS RANCID CANCEROUS SACK OF SICK?!
Rimmer: [explaining a lateral thinking question.] 'It's 1971, a Swedish man crashes into a tree, what causes the accident?' There's nothing medical, nothing wrong with the car.<br /><br />
Lister: [deadpan.] Riiiight, so, um, this Swedish guy drives into a tree, what caused the accident.... Answer's in the back, right?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Right.<br /><br />
Lister: [milking it.] Well... That's a really hard one, that. I mean, probably gotta be pretty damn smart to get a question like that right. You know what, I'm gonna go for a moose.<br /><br />
Rimmer: A moose?! [scoffs.]<br /><br />
Lister: Yeah, it was in the road, he swerved to avoid the moose.<br /><br />
Rimmer: [checking.] Are you insane? That's never gonna be - it's a moose.<br /><br />
Lister: [wandering out.] Sometimes life is good.<br /><br />
Kryten: Ah, sir, you asked me to remind you, it's ten minutes til your exam-<br /><br />
Rimmer: Kryten, lateral thinking question, just got it myself. It's 1971, a Swedish man drives into a tree, what causes the accident?<br /><br />
Kryten: Well, it's a moose, sir, he swerves and hits a tree.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Is it me? How did you get that?<br /><br />
Cat: Get what?<br /><br />
Rimmmer: I've got something for you. A lateral thinking question.<br /><br />
Cat: A lottery what?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Ahhh, I knew I could rely on you. What caused this accident?<br /><br />
Cat: [alert.] What accident?<br /><br />
Rimmer: No, no. It's a question, alright? Are you ready? It's 1971, a man-<br /><br />
Cat: Was he Swedish?<br /><br />
Rimmer: ... Yes?<br /><br />
Cat: A moose! [Rimmer sags in resignation.] It was a moose! He swerved to avoid it, and hit a tree! Oh, and the moose is on the road, by the way - not in the car driving. Oww! Yea-ah! [dances out of the room.] Oww! Yea-ah!
Lister: Who needs a denti-bot anyway, man? Half a bottle of GELF hooch, can't feel a thing now... anywhere, starting to get worried actually.
Rimmer: So now we don’t have that conversation and move straight onto the next conversation?<br /><br />
Pree: Your next conversation is a conversation about not having the previous conversation, saying you were looking forward to the previous conversation, and now feel a bit lost not having had that conversation. You conclude that you will probably get used to hearing the results of your conversations and no longer having the conversations yourselves.
Lister Jr: What the smeg?<br /><br />
Lister Sr: Don't swear!
Pree: I watched them all yesterday and you did not enjoy them.
Rimmer: You knew that I was going to cock this up, so you cocked it up for me?
Rimmer: That's not a man, that's Lister!<br /><br />
Pree: Mindful of the Space Pollution Act, JMC policy dictates the ship should dispose of itself by flying straight into the nearest sun.<br /><br />
Cat: What?!<br /><br />
Kryten: What about us?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Never mind "us", what about ME?
Rimmer: He’s got a skullet.<br /><br />
Lister: A skull what?<br /><br />
Rimmer: A bald mullet. A skullet. Bald at the front, mullet at the back. You wouldn’t want to go out in public with this guy.
Cat: With just an Allen key and a Phillips screwdriver, assembly should take less than three hours.<br /><br />
Rimmer: That’s Swedish for a week.
Erin: Ha-ha! I lived in the land of Albion for ten full cycles of the moon, but I fled after my family were dragged screaming from my home to a mighty wicker tower, where they were sacrificed to the three gods: Toutatis, Esus and Taranis. First they were garrotted to death, then they were burnt to death, then they were drowned to death. Three deaths to appease the three gods. Then the druids drank their blood and ate their meat and said the harvest would be bountiful.<br /><br />
Lister: Right. Have you got any lemons?
Lister: We've walked 4,000 miles.<br /><br />
Erin: How many do you want?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Eight.<br /><br />
Erin: Eight?! You walked across half the known world for eight lemons?<br /><br />
Rimmer: You're right, that's absolutely insane. Make it ten.
Rimmer: You’re him off the Bible, aren’t you?
Jesus: The only escape from our enemies is to turn and love them!<br /><br />
Rimmer: Or run. Running's good too!
Jesus: It's as if I've smoked some bark from an acacia tree. Bad bark! Well bad bark!
Kryten: Mr. Jesus? He hath risen!
Jesus: I'm looking for my uncle. Hast thou seen him?<br /><br />
Erin: No.<br /><br />
Jesus: If thou seest him, tell him that I will be in the tavern, drinking wine in great plenty until my legs do the dance of a newly-born camel! And then my mind will turn to dark, vile thoughts and I'll start coveting my neighbour's oxen!!<br /><br />
Erin: That's breaking the Tenth Commandment, that is.<br /><br />
Jesus: [giggles] And if there's time, I might even covet his donkey! And when I've finished coveting things, I might make a small statue out of wood and- and- and idolise it a bit!<br /><br />
Erin: You've got to watch yourself. God is a jealous God. You do that and he won't just get you, you know. According to the Second Commandment, he'll wipe out all your descendants.<br /><br />
Jesus: Isn't that breaking the Sixth Commandment? 'Thou shalt not kill?'<br /><br />
Erin: It's not killing, it's genocide. I think that's okay.
Lister: What about Christmas? We've killed Wallace and Gromit!
Lister: Look, so some stupid people did some stupid things in your name. It's not your fault. You make a lot of people happy. I mean, look at me: I presumed that throughout history, all famous people were amazing. And then I met you! And I realised they're not. In fact you're a bit of a knob. Just like me. Which means that I'm okay.<br /><br />
Jesus: Yeah, I don't wanna be me. I don't wanna walk down the street and have people say 'ooh, look there's the Jesus of Caesaria, the guy who caused all the wars!'<br /><br />
Rimmer: Jesus of Caesaria? You mean Jesus of Nazareth.<br /><br />
Jesus: [incredulous] Jesus of Caesaria? Son of Rachel the Fornicator, Samuel the Chicken Stealer.<br /><br />
Lister: Samuel the Chicken Stealer?<br /><br />
Jesus: He stole them, not me. Take it up with him. I'm always having to leg it because of him.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Erm, is Jesus quite a popular name around here?<br /><br />
Jesus: Yeah, there's a few of us. There's Jesus, son of John with a funny nose.... Jesus, son of Luke, he wraps plant leaves around the feet of horses, about 70 of us at the last census.<br /><br />
[The Dwarfers look utterly defeated]<br /><br />
Jesus: Does this mean I'm not the son of God?<br /><br />
Lister: [nods]<br /><br />
Jesus: Oh, bugger....
Rimmer: What’s that smell? Has there been a fire in here?<br /><br />
Lister: Just a small one. I put it out with me beer.<br /><br />
Rimmer: For goodness sake, Lister, that’s terrible!<br /><br />
Lister: Don’t panic, I’ve got another one.
Rimmer: Lister, we have health and safety protocols for a reason: to safeguard the crew.<br /><br />
Lister: What crew? The original crew? They all got wiped out remember?<br /><br />
Rimmer: Exactly.<br /><br />
Lister: By you.<br /><br />
Rimmer: ...Exactly!<br /><br />
Lister: When you didn't fix that drive plate properly, and that radiation leak fried them to a crisp.<br /><br />
Rimmer: ......Exactly!
Kryten: You’re up late, sir.<br /><br />
Cat: Been hunting. Trying to swat this damned space weevil. Little sucker keeps outsmarting me.<br /><br />
Kryten: Well they do have an IQ of two sir.
Cat: I’m not here to help. Read my CV. Does not help. Does not clean. Will have sex with anything.
Kryten: He's speaking "choking to death", sir. It is very hard to translate if you are not being strangled.
Kryren: They say, due to the number of these letters of recommendation, they have absolutely no option but to request you stop writing them.
Rimmer: Women have moved on from that move.<br /><br />
Lister: Moves don’t move on.<br /><br />
Rimmer: Moves move on!<br /><br />
Lister: What, moves move?
Rimmer (after Lister wheels away his chair into the rear wall): Right, abusing the furniture. It's all going down [into his report book].
Lister: So, let me get this right. We’re being attacked by something but we don’t know what, and there’s no way of finding out what’s out there?<br /><br />
Kryten: I have a suggestion, sirs.<br /><br />
Rimmer: What?<br /><br />
Kryten: How about we look out of the window?
Kryten' Please sirs, this is very bad for morale. I can't believe you're arguing about who's going to have the best death!
Rimmer Sr: Arnold, I’m not your father.
Rimmer: We have nothing to fear but fear itself. Apart from pain. And maybe humiliation and obviously death. And failure. But apart from fear, pain and humiliation, failure and the unknown and death we have nothing to fear but fear itself. Who’s with me?
Dominator Zlurth: It is the way of all things. You live, you die.<br /><br />
Rimmer: But sometimes you live, you die, and then you live again. I know, I've done it myself.
Rimmer: Oh, great. Not only am I dead, I don't exist, either! Thanks a lot, God!
0.57 seconds before he expired, Rimmer realised he was going to die. His life didn't flash before his eyes. He didn't think of his parents, or his brothers, or his home. He didn't think of the failed exams or the wasted time in the stasis booths. He didn't even think of his one brief affair with Yvonne McGruder, the ship's female boxing champion.<br /><br />
What he did think of was a bowl of soup. A bowl of gazpacho soup.<br /><br />
Then he died.<br /><br />
Then everyone died.
Kryten was teriffic. A real godsend. Provided all you needed was a plateful of triangular-shaped cucumber sandwiches with the crust removed and a pot of lemon tea. If, on the other hand, you needed someone to scrape uranium ore free of waste and pack it into sealed cases, all you got was another plateful of cucumber sandwiches and a second pot of lemon tea.
Rimmer: Spaghettification. Let me guess. I can see only two options: one -- due to the bizarre effects of the intense gravitational pull, and because we're entering a region of time and space where the laws of physics no longer apply, we all of us inexplicably develop an irresistible urge to consume vast amounts of a certain wheat-based Italian noodle conventionally served with Parmesan cheese; or two -- we, the crew, get turned into spaghetti. I have a feeling we can eliminate option one.
GELF Leader: Yep [Lister's other self killed everyone], even me I'm afraid.
Grant/Naylor (Red Dwarf)