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Red Dwarf (1988 – 1999, 2009 – ) is a BBC Sci-Fi/Comedy television show set on a fictional mining spaceship, the Red Dwarf of the show's title, three million years after radiation killed most of the crew. The main characters are:
Dave Lister , the only human survivor, whom Holly released from stasis
Arnold Rimmer , a hologram of Lister's former superior
The Cat , the last known member of a race of humanoids evolved from Lister's cat
Kryten (series II onwards), a mechanoid originally from the Nova 5 whom Lister rebuilt
Kristine Kochanski (series VII - Back to Earth), A version of Lister's former girlfriend from a parallel universe
Unless otherwise noted, these quotes are from show creators Rob Grant and/or Doug Naylor .
Contents
Rimmer : Lister?
Lister: Hmm?
Rimmer: Have you ever been hit on the head with a welding mallet? No? Shut up and push the trolley.
Rimmer: [discussing his last exam] Last time I only failed by the narrowest of narrow margins.
Lister: You what? You walked in there, wrote "I AM A fish" four hundred times, did a funny little dance and fainted!
Rimmer: That's a total lie.
Lister: No, it's not. Peterson told me.
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.
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!
Rimmer: Did you hear that, sir? Lister, do you have any conception of the penalty for describing a superior technician as a smeghead?
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.
Lister: Sir, it's Rimmer!
Lister: You wanted to see me, Captain?
Captain Hollister: Where's the cat?
Lister: What? What cat?
Captain Hollister: Lister, not only are you so stupid you jepodise every man and woman on this ship, not only that, you take a photo of yourself WITH the cat and send it to be processed in the ship's lab. Now, I'm going to ask you again. Have you got a cat?
Lister: No.
Captain Hollister (holding up a photo of Lister & Frankenstein): Have you got a cat?
Holly: They're all dead. Everybody's dead, Dave.
Lister: Peterson isn't, is he?
Holly: Everybody's dead, Dave!
Holly: Gordon Bennett! Yes, Chen. Everyone. Everybody's dead, Dave!
Lister: Rimmer?
Holly: He's dead, Dave. Everybody is dead. Everybody is dead, Dave.
Lister: Wait. Are you trying to tell me everybody's dead?
Holly: Wish I never let him out in the first place....
Future Echoes[ edit ]
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]
Lister: Good morning, Rimmer.
Lister: You said yourself. I can't stop it. Let's get this over with. [grabs a pipe]
Rimmer: Lister, what's that for?
Lister: I'm going out as I came in, screaming and kicking.
Rimmer: You can't just whack Death on the head!
Lister: If he comes near me, I'm gonna rip his nipples off!
Rimmer: It may be a bit severe, a bit too green beret, but you are how you look, and I look (finally seeing himself in the mirror) like a complete and total tit!
Balance of Power[ edit ]
Lister: Holly, why Rimmer's hologram? Why'd you have to bring Rimmer's hologram back? He was the most unpopular man on board this ship. I mean, he even had to organise his own surprise birthday parties!
Holly: Who should I have brought back, then?
Lister: Anyone! Chen, Petersen! I mean even Hermann Göring would've been more than a laugh than Rimmer! I mean, ok, he was a drug crazed transvestite, but at least we could've gone dancing!
Holly: Jean-Paul Sartre said Hell was being locked forever in a room with your friends.
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.
Lister: Arnold Rimmer, his locker, this morning.
Rimmer: We're mates! We're pals!
Lister: When?
Rimmer: Millions of times.
Lister: When?
Rimmer: Ah... no... ah, how about the time your safety harness snapped and you fell into the cargo bay? We laughed then, didn't we?
Lister: I cracked me spine in three places.
Rimmer: Yes, but it was hilarious! We laughed like drains!
Lister: You laughed, I spent six weeks in traction.
Rimmer: And you spent the rest of the summer walking around like a croquet hoop! I laughed so hard I nearly puked...
Waiting For God[ edit ]
Holly: David Lister, Technician, 3rd class. Captain's remarks: "Has requested sick leave due to diarrhea on no less than 500 occasions. Left his previous job as a supermarket trolley attendant after ten years because he didn't want to get tied down to a career. Promotion prospects: zero."
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."
Rimmer: Constantly fails the exam? I'd hardly call eleven times "constantly." I mean, if you eat roast beef eleven times in your life, one would hardly say that person constantly eats roast beef. No, it would be a rare, nay, freak occurrence. Possibly mad?
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?
Holly: No, Dave.
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?
Holly: Well, it's a laugh, innit?
Lister: I mean, what kind of holy writ is this, Rimmer? 'It is a sin to be cool.'
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!
Lister: "Quagars"?
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!
Lister: Never mind this tot, where's the Cat?
Rimmer: "Tot"?
Rimmer: "TOT"?!
Lister: TOT!
Rimmer: "TOT"?! "TOT"?! WE'LL SEE HOW TOTTY THIS IS, LADDIE, THE QUARANTINE PERIOD'S NEARLY UP! ....BASTARD!
Rimmer: (Credits roll but then stop) It's a garbage pod. (Credits roll again, then stop again) IT'S A SMEGGING GARBAGE POD!!!
Confidence and Paranoia[ edit ]
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! [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!
Confidence: Ding-dong! Another great idea from the people who brought you beer milkshakes!
Me²[ edit ]
Lister: Hang on, hang on. Are you saying you never became an officer because you shared your quarters with someone who hummed?
Rimmer: Obviously not just that, Lister. Everything! Everything you ever did was designed to hold me back and annoy me.
Lister: Like what?
Rimmer: Like using my mother's photograph as an ashtray.
Lister: I didn't know! I thought it was a souvenir from Titan Zoo.
Lister: Yo, I didn't know you had any medals. What are they for?
Rimmer: Three years long service. Six years long service. Nine years long service... Twelve years long service.
Rimmer: Swapping my toothpaste for a tube of contraceptive jelly.
Lister: C'mon, that was a joke!
Rimmer: Yes Lister, the same kind of joke as putting my name on the waiting list for experimental pile surgery.
Rimmer: STOP YOUR FOUL WHINING, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF DISTENDED RECTUM!
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!
Cat: [through his megaphone] SHUT UP!
Lister: Will you stop doing that?
Cat: I'm trying to watch the film!
Lister: I'm only eatin'!
Cat: No, eating's when food goes in your mouth!
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)
Rimmer: [drunkenly telling the story behind his last words "gazpacho soup"] It was the greatest night of my life; I had been invited to the Captain's table. I had only been with the company FOURTEEN YEARS. Six officers and me... they called me "Arnold!" We had gazpacho soup for starters... I didn't know that gazpacho soup was meant to be served cold. I called over the chef and told him to take it away and bring it back hot! So he did... the looks on their faces still haunt me today! I thought they were laughing at the chef, when all the time they were laughing at me as I ate my piping hot gazpacho soup! I never ate at the Captain's table again. That was the end of my career. If only they'd mentioned it in basic training! Instead of having us climbing up and down ropes and crawling on your elbows through tunnels--if only just ONCE they would've mentioned that gazpacho soup was served cold--I would've been an admiral by now!...instead of a nothing, which is what I am, let's face it... I never got off the bottom rung, and do you know why? It's because I didn't have the right nobby parents! I'll bet Todd Hunter was fed gazpacho soup as soon as he was on solids! No, I'll bet he was breast-fed on it! One side gazpacho soup, the other side freely-dispensed chilled champagne!
Red Dwarf II: Series II[ edit ]
Holly: Cow's milk. Ran out of that yonks ago. Fresh and dehydrated.
Lister: What kind of milk are we using now?
Holly: Emergency back-up supply. We're on the dog's milk.
Lister: [looks at his cup in horror] Dog's milk?!
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.
Lister: Why?
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.
Lister: Why didn't you tell me, Holly?
Holly: What, and spoil your tea?
[Lister finds Kryten ironing in the sleeping quarters, now decorated like something from Pride & Prejudice]
Lister: What the smeggin' hell is going on?
Kryten: Good afternoon, Mister David, sir.
Lister: [Holds up a pair of boxer shorts] What are these?
Kryten: Your boxer shorts, Mister David, sir.
Lister: No way are these my boxer shorts, these bend! What have you done to the place?
Kryten: I've done a spot of tidying up.
Lister: But where is everything? Where's me coffee cup with the mould in it?
Kryten: I threw it away, sir.
Lister: But I was breeding that mould! His name was Albert! I was trying to get him two foot high!
Kryten: Why, sir?
Lister: Because it drives Rimmer nuts! And driving Rimmer nuts is what keeps me going.
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?"
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'.
Better Than Life[ edit ]
Lister: Rimmer, real dumplings, proper dumplings when they are properly cooked to perfection, proper dumplings should not bounce!
Rimmer: True, but after the way I thought they were going to turn out they were quite (does a little kiss) superb! (French accent)
Lister: So how's the Cat?
Rimmer: Oh, he's just sleeping off the stomach pump...He'll be alright, the lamb was a bit of a flop though.
Lister: The Lamb!? Everyone thought the lamb was the cheese! And that Lemon Meringue Pie, man, what was in that?
Rimmer: I thought you liked that! You bought some back.
Lister: Yeah I wanted to try some out on my Athlete's Foot!
Cat: I'm so hungry. I just have to eat!
Lister: Shh... Rimmer's dad's died.
Cat: I'd prefer chicken.
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.
Lister: Me... Me... Me...
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."
Lister: Smeg! Outland Revenue!
Rimmer: [sarcastically] Oh, oh, oh, oh! Outland Revenue!
Lister: 8500!
Rimmer: 8500? That's a lot of tax, isn't it, Listy? How on Titan are you going to pay for that?
Lister: I'm not. It's yours.
Rimmer: What? This is wrong! This is dead wrong!
Lister: Relax, it doesn't matter now. Not gonna catch you now, are they?
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.
Lister: (Returning to mail sorting.) Another one for you. Rear Admiral Lieutenant General Rimmer.
Rimmer: That's from my mother.
Lister: Rear Admiral?
Rimmer: Every time I take an exam I tell her I passed. It's getting embarrassing now. I should be Commander in Chief of the whole universe.
Lister: I remember when my dad died you know. I was only six. I got loads of presents off everyone like it was Christmas. I remember wishing a couple more people would die so I could complete my Lego set. My grandma tried to explain, you know. She said he'd gone away and he wasn't coming back. So, I wanted to know where, like, you know. She said he was very happy and he'd gone to the same place as my goldfish. So I thought they'd flushed him down the bog. I thought he was just round the U bend, you know. I used to stuff food down, you know, and magazines and that for him to read. They took me to a child psychologist in the end because they found me with my head down the bowl reading him the football results.
Thanks for the Memory[ edit ]
Lister: What time is it?
Rimmer: [blearily crawls over to the clock on the bedside table] ....Saturday.
Lister: That the best you can do?
Rimmer: There are some numbers beside it, but they could be anything.
Rimmer: I want a triple fried egg sandwich...
Lister: With chili sauce and chutney!
Holly: You what?
Stasis Leak[ edit ]
Rimmer: I loved that little lemming. I built him a little wall he could hurl himself off of.
Rimmer: Now kindly cluck off before I extract your giblets and shove a large seasoned onion between the lips you never kiss with.
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.
Cat [to Rimmer]: What is it?
Rimmer: It's a rend in the space-time continuum.
Cat [to Lister]: What is it?
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.
Cat [to Rimmer]: What is it?
Rimmer: It's singularity, a point in the universe where the normal laws of space and time don't apply.
Cat [to Lister]: What is it?
Lister: It's a hole back into the past.
Cat: Oh, a magic door! Well, why didn't you say?
Captain Hollister: Rimmer, make this quick.
Rimmer: Sir, I wish to place on record that third technician Lister, David-
Captain Hollister: Quicker than that, Rimmer.
Rimmer: -smuggled aboard the mining vessel Red Dwarf a consignment of a hallucinogenic fungi Titan Mushrooms, more popularly known to the Space Beatnik community as "Freaky Fungus".
Captain Hollister: Is this true?
Lister: Erm, sort of.
Rimmer: On the morning of Febuary the 26th, at 0800 hrs, did engage in conversation with second technician Rimmer, Arnold J...
Captain Hollister: For crying out loud, Rimmer!
Rimmer: - the outcome of which was a proposal by the aforementioned Lister to the aforementioned Rimmer to cook him breakfast.
Captain Hollister: Okay, I'm getting the picture.
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.
Captain Hollister: Lister, is this true?
Lister: No, sir. I'm sure it was only one egg.
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 psychedelic breakfast he went on to attack two senior officers, believing them to be giraffes who were armed and dangerous.
Captain Hollister: You'd better have a good reason for this, Lister.
Lister: I have, sir.
Cat: Orange, with this suit?
Rimmer: [in response to a woman speaking to him backwards] Flob-a-dob blib blob bleeb!
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!
Rimmer: Eh?
Lister: He's the big fat git who sneaks down chimneys and steals all the kids' favourite toys!
[the hidden message in the club owner's rant]
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!
Marooned[ edit ]
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?
Rimmer: But five of them? . How can you manage to miss five black holes?
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?
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 .
Lister: You know what? I believe you.
Rimmer: To have lived a life alongside one of the greatest commanders of all time! No wonder the military's in my blood!
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!
Lister: [on losing his virginity] Michelle Fisher. The eighth hole of Bootle Municipal Golf Course. Par 4, dogleg to the right, in the bunker behind the green.
Rimmer: You lost your virginity on a golf course? How'd you have the nerve?
Lister: It wasn't in the middle of the Ryder Cup or anythin'! It was midnight.
Lister: She took all her clothes off and stood there in front of me, completely naked. I was so excited I nearly dropped me skateboard!
Rimmer: Skateboard? How old were you?
Lister: Twelve.
Rimmer: Twelve?! Twelve years old? Twelve?! (pause) You can't have been a full member of the golf club, then.
Lister: Of course I wasn't! It was just a place to go!
Rimmer: You did it on a golf course and you weren't a member?
Lister: 'Course I wasn't!
Rimmer: I used to play golf! I hope you raked the sand back nicely after you'd finished. Imagine getting your ball stuck in Lister's buttock crevice. You'd need more than a niblick to get that out.
Lister: Are you saying I've got a big bum?
Rimmer: Big? It's like two badly parked Volkswagens.
Polymorph[ edit ]
[Rimmer walks in to find Kryten, vacuum attached to his groin, trying to remove 'polymorph' boxershorts from a writhing Lister.]
Rimmer: Well, i can't say i'm totally shocked. You'd bonk anything, wouldn't you, Lister?!
[the boxershorts turn into a snake]
Lister: I HATE snakes, they freak me out TOTALLY, snakes. They are my all time second worst fear, guy.
Rimmer: What's your first?
Timeslides[ edit ]
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
Rimmer: What is he doing? He's scuffling with Adolf Hitler. You can't just stick one on the leader of the Third Reich!
Lister: [comes back out] I nicked his briefcase!
The Last Day[ edit ]
Kryten: I knew I was lying. No silicon heaven? Preposterous! Where would all the calculators go?
Red Dwarf IV: Series IV[ edit ]
Camille[ edit ]
Kryten: Has anyone ever told you that the configuration and juxtaposition of your features is extraordinarily apposite?
Camille: Wow, you really know all the lines, don't you?
Kryten: Oh, spin my nipple nuts and send me to Alaska!
D.N.A.[ edit ]
Cat: What was it like being a hamster?
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?
Lister: Well what?
White Hole[ edit ]
Lister: Look, I don't want any toast, and he doesn't want any toast. In fact, no-one around 'ere wants any toast! Not now - not ever. No toast!
Talkie Toaster: How 'bout a muffin?
Lister: Or muffins, we don't like muffins round 'ere! We want no muffins, no toast, no tea cakes, no buns, baps, baguettes or bagels, no croissants, no crumpets, no pancakes, no potato cakes and no hot cross buns! And definitely no smegging flapjacks!
Talkie Toaster (after a very brief pause): Ah, so you're a waffle man!
Talkie Toaster: I have a question. A sensible question. A question that will test the limits of your new IQ and stretch the sinews of your knowledge to bursting point!
Holly: This is gonna be about waffles, isn't it?
Talkie Toaster (sounding hurt, as it's been caught out): Certainly not. And I resent the implication that I'm a one-dimensional bread-obsessed electrical appliance!
Holly: I apologise, Toaster, what's the question?
Talkie Toaster: The question is this: given that God is infinite, and that the Universe is also infinite...would you like a toasted teacake?
[Realising she only has 3 minutes to live after having her IQ upgraded Holly decides to shut off all power, causing concern for the crew]]
Kryten: Shh. Listen, can anyone hear anything?
Cat: No
Dimension Jump[ edit ]
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"?
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?
Ace: Thought he deserved a nickname, Skipper sounded good.
Rimmer: Ace and Skipper? You sound like a kids TV series about a boy and his bush kangaroo.
Holoship[ edit ]
Cat: What, am I the only sane one here? Why don't we drop the defensive shields?
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!
Cat: Quick — let's get out of here before they bring him back!
[Rimmer and the holgram Nivana Crane have just finished having casual sex.]
Rimmer: That was just unbelievable!
Nivana: It's never been like that before
Rimmer: Was it OK?
The Inquisitor[ edit ]
Rimmer: So, Kryten, you've heard of this "Inquisitor"?
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!
Rimmer: A simple "yes" would have sufficed.
Kryten: That is the Inquisitor; he prunes away the wastrels, expunges the wretched and deletes the worthless!
Rimmer: We're in big trouble!
Kryten: Sir! Sir, you don't have to be a great philanthropist, or a missionary worker, you simply have to seize the gift of life!
Rimmer: Oh, God.
Terrorform[ edit ]
Kryten: Kryten Personal Black Box Recording. Time: unknown. Location: unknown. Cause of accident: unknown. Perhaps if someone finds this recording it will shed light as to what happened here. My short-term memory appears to have been erased.This I ascribe to the proximity of the magnetic coils from Starbug's rear engine. (He looks around briefly) Secondly, due to the proximity of the magnetic coils, my short-term memory appears to have been erased.
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!
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."
Cat: Well, that's put a crimp on an otherwise damn fine plan.
Demons & Angels[ edit ]
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.
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.
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.
Rimmer: You mean hippies.
Kryten: With respect sir, you think Jesus was a hippie.
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]
Higher Kryten: Welcome brothers we bring food and medical supplies.
[Higher Kryten is shot once in the left shoulder by an unseen person. Lister pulls him away from the junction.]
Higher Kryten: Poor devil, his gun must have gone off accidentally.
[Higher Kryten steps back out into the junction.]
Higher Kryten: Welcome my children we bring you balms and tinctures.
[Higher Kryten is shot two more times, once in the left shoulder, and once in the abdomen.]
Higher Kryten: We would be pleased to sing you healing hymns!
[Higher Kryten is shot two more times and falls. Lister steps out into the junction.]
Lister: Is he dead?
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.
Back to Reality[ edit ]
Kryten: Question which occurs: if this ocean is supposed to be teeming with new lifeforms, where are they all?
Lister: What are you implying?
Kryten: No implication intended, sir.
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.
Kryten: That's one option.
Cat: Don't fish swim south for the winter?
Kryten: No, sir. That's birds.
Cat: Birds swim south? How can they breathe?
Lister: Why would a haddock kill itself? ...Why am I even asking that question?
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.
Holly: I think our friend the Suicide Squid is about to put in an appearance.
Kryten: Where is it, precisely?
Rimmer: Directly above you. 2,000 fathoms and diving.
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*?
Rimmer: I *was* lying. It's only 1,000 fathoms.
Rimmer: This venom — are we safe in here?
Lister: It penetrated the hull of a class D space corps seeding ship. In comparison, we're a sardine tin.
Rimmer: It's coming straight for us.
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.
Cat: To get diddled by a giant squid on a first date? Think how I'd feel in the morning!
Rimmer: Kryten, open the next one.
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.
Rimmer: All I said was open the next one.
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]
Sebastian Doyle: [reading] "Vote Fascist for a Third Glorious Decade of Total Law Enforcement"?
Jake Bullet: [reading] "Be a Government Informer. Betray Your Family & Friends. Fabulous Prizes to be Won"?
Cop: Halt or I will fire.
[a young child runs past across the car park]
Cop: [in pursuit] Move, Voters!
Jake Bullet: [Grabbing Billy Doyle-Rimmer] Move an inch and I'll crush every bone in your body.
Cop: You helped an enemy of Democracy escape. She was stealing an apple of the people.
Jake Bullet: [flashing ID] Bullet. Cybernautics.
Cop: That's traffic control. Kneel, Voters! You are under sentence of death.
Cop: [to Sebastian-Lister] Come out of the shadows, Voter.
Sebastian Doyle: What's the beef? Did she steal your lunch box?
Cop: M... mm... many apologies, Voter Colonel.
Sebastian Doyle: You know me?
Cop: Of course, Voter Colonel.
Sebastian Doyle: Who am I?
Cop: You are Colonel Sebastian Doyle, Section Chief of CGI, Head of the Ministry of Alteration.
Sebastian Doyle: Remind me a little: what do we do at the Ministry of Alteration?
Cop: You... change people, Sir.
Sebastian Doyle: In what way?
Cop: You change them from being alive people, to being dead people. To purify Democracy.
Billy Doyle: Purify?
Cop: [proudly] No one has done more to purge the ballot boxes than the Voter Colonel.
Duane Dibbley: So why has he been away for 4 years then?
Cop: Excuse me, Voter Colonel, but is this some sort of test?
Sebastian Doyle: Answer him.
Cop: The rumour was that you had grown weary of your glorious duties and had gone away in secret to renew yourself.
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!
The Cat: We could all put our heads together and the bullet could go down the line!
Red Dwarf VI: Series VI[ edit ]
Psirens[ edit ]
Rimmer: There, on the floor... P-S-I-R-E-N-S... "Psirens?"
Kryten: The poor sucker must have written it using a combination of his own blood, and even his own intestines.
Rimmer: But who would do that?
Lister: Someone who BADLY needed a pen.
Cat: What I wanna know is why he went to the trouble of using his own kidney as a full-stop.
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.]
Kryten: Suggest we maintain course. That asteroid does not exist.
Rimmer: Suppose you're wrong?
Kryten: Sir, I'll stake my reputation on it.
Rimmer: Kryten, you haven't got a reputation.
Kryten: No, sir, but I'm hoping to acquire one from this escapade.
(after being proved correct)
Kryten: Ahh, smug mode; Well, i can't stand around saving your necks all day, i guess i'll make a start on that ironing
Cat: There's an old cat proverb, "It's better to live one hour as a tiger than a whole lifetime as a worm ."
Rimmer: There's an old human proverb, "Whoever heard of a worm skin rug?"
Lister: Yeah.
Cat: [eats the peanuts] Where'd you get them?
Lister: Derelict, couple of months back. I found them in the dead Captain's old donkey jacket.
[Cat glares at Lister, looking nauseous]
Lister: Don't look at me like that. You enjoyed that Mint Imperial, didn't you?
Cat: Where'd you get that?
Lister: He was sucking that when he got shot! I had to prise his jaws open with a car jack.
Kryten: Sir, is it possible you could have made a mis-smelling?
Cat: Listen, butter-pat head! My nostril-hairs are vibrating faster than the springs on a Spaniard's honeymoon bed! I'm telling you, there's something out there!
Rimmer: May I remind you of Space Corps Directive 34124?
Kryten: 34124? "No officer with false teeth should attempt oral sex in zero-gravity"?
Kryten: Whatever it is, they clearly have a technology way in advance of our own!
Lister: So do the Albanian State Washing Machine Company.
Rimmer: Open communication channels, Lister. Broadcast on all known frequencies and in all known languages, including Welsh.
Rimmer: Step up to Red Alert!
Kryten: Sir, are you absolutely sure? It does mean changing the bulb.
Rimmer: There's always some excuse, isn't there?!
Gunmen of the Apocalypse[ edit ]
Rimmer: Lister, she's a computer sprite. She's just a load of pixels.
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.
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!
Rimmer: You can't scare me, I'm a coward! I'm always scared!
Emohawk: Polymorph II[ edit ]
[First lines of the episode; Rimmer is trying to get the sleeping Lister and Cat to take part in an emergency drill]
Rimmer: SCRAMBLE! SCRAMBLE! ALL HANDS ON DECK! EMERGENCY DRILL! SCRAMBLE!
(Lister and the Cat are still asleep)
Rimmer: Er, perhaps you didn't quite catch that - I said SCRAMBLE!
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]
Kryten: According to the psi-scan, it's somewhere in this location.
Lister: It's the barrel! [shoots at the barrel] Sorry. False alarm. That chain, it's moving! [shoots chain] Sorry. Sorry.
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.
[The Probe Droid has locked onto StarBug. They just dodged 2 shots.]
Rimmer: We've lost it.
Rimmerworld[ edit ]
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: [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.
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.
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.
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."
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?
Kryten: Tonight, sir, Asteroid and Lichen Stew followed by Dandelion Sorbet.
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?
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!
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!
Kryten: But, sir, we lost Mr. Rimmer.
Cat: All in all, a 100% successful trip!
[Rimmer's in deep trouble]
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]
Kryten: Please, sir, don't panic.
Rimmer: It's not panic, it's a full blown hysterical fit.
Kryten: Grind those balls, sir. Grind them!
Rimmer: So let me get this straight. If we board that ship and get captured, we're finished. However, if we board that ship, don't get captured, but the superstructure disintegrates around us, we're 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?
Lister: That's about the shape of it, yea.
Kryten: After you with the balls sir...
[Lister, Kryten and the Cat are surrounded by a group of bad Rimmers in "Rimmerworld"]
Lister: This might sound like a bit of a corny line, but... I can't bring myself round to say it.
Rimmer: Say what?
Lister: Take us to your leader.
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.
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?
Kryten: Or we could use the teleporter.
Lister: Or in a pinch, we could use the teleporter.
Out of Time[ edit ]
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]
Lister: Good meeting.
[The Dwarfers acquire a time travel device, testing it out by sending the ship to the year 1421]
Rimmer: Give us visual. Let's see what it's like out there.
Lister: Okay, punching it up.
[They see nothing but empty space]
Lister: Hey, I don't get it! We're still where we were!
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?
Rimmer: So we're still three million years away from Earth?
Kryten: Well, yes.
Lister: [Sighs] Taking her back to the present.
Kryten: Keyed in. Engage.
[They go forward in time]
Rimmer: So forgive me if I'm being thicker than the offspring of a village idiot and a TV weather girl, but what was the point of that little exercise? Fun though it was drinking in the heady medieval atmosphere of Pre-Renaissance deep space, the drive is next to useless, yes?
after discovering Lister is now just a brain in a jar
Rimmer: Ohhhhhh dear!
Cat: What? Is he fat?
Rimmer: Far from it, he's lost a bit of weight actually. In fact he's lost quite a bit of everything.
[From the last scene not shown in the final cut]
Lister: They aren't margaritas, that's urine recyc!
Red Dwarf VII: Series VII[ edit ]
Tikka To Ride[ edit ]
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?
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!
Kryten: (after his guilt chip is removed) Just call me badass!
Stoke Me a Clipper[ edit ]
Ace: You can't judge a book by its cover.
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: Rimmer, don't take this the wrong way but how could you be the next Ace? I mean, you're a gutless, spineless, gormless, directionless, neurotic, underachieving, snivelling, cowardly pile of smeg. No offence.
Lister: Are you my faithful man servant or what?
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.
AR medieval King: Good Knight, bring me this knaves head on a silver platter
Lister (of Smeg): hey, steady!
AR medieval King: Then disembowel him and feed his innards to the crows
crowd cheers
Kochanski: Have sex with someone, and that's an order.
Rimmer: Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am.
Lister: [Hands him a card] Here, phone this number. Say I sent ya. Tell her it's an emergency.
[Lister's old girlfriend has turned up from a parallel dimension]
Kryten: [to Lister] We've lost sight of Miss Kochanski's ship, sir. And we're fast running out of time.
Lister: Yeah, it's good, isn't it?
Kryten: No sir, I don't believe it is.
Lister: Why? Don't you like her?
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.
Lister: You killed the crew, Kryten! No wonder you were left on your own! All right, it was an accident, but nonetheless!
Kryten: But what about before that? It was the same on the SS Augustus!
Lister: Well, they died of old age!
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.
Kochanski: You've got big problems, you know that?
(after Lister impales Kochanski with a harpoon in attempting to rescue her from 'non-space'.)
Kryten: It's an obscene phone call, sir. I think it's for you.
Duct Soup[ edit ]
Lister: To pee or not to pee, that is the question.
Kochanski : One more time.. And you get this, d'you hear? Don't think I don't mean it. One more time, just one more..
(Nureek!)
(CLANG, CLANG, CLANG)
Kochanski : What did I tell you, I told you.. Didn't I tell you? How many times have I told you? Right... What was the last one? Nureek, so the next one will be a Rutut, then the one after that will be a Hununger.. Four Seconds, Three Seconds Two Seconds...
(Rutut)
Kochanski : Now Hununger.
(Nureek)
Kochanski : No that's wrong? You've gone out of sequence! Nureek, Rutut, Hununger! What wrong with you!
(CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!)
Kochanski : If you're gonna keep me up all night, just do it right okay!
(Squeelookle)
Kochanski : Squeelookle? Where did squeelookle come from? He's New!
Kryten: Oh my goodness, it's Princess Leia. Mr Skywalker went that way mam.
Kryten: It's nearly 1am mam, what are you doing up?
Kochanski : Looking for someone to kill, care to volunteer?
Kryten: Oh.. can't sleep?
Kochanski : Have you ever listened to those clapped out old pipes? Nureeking, then Rututting and just when you're expecting them to nureek again, they squeelookle! It's enough to make a perfectly sane person crazy!!
Krysten: It's quite amazing the number of people those pipes have driven to very brink of psychosis. Mr Lister spent the night in there once and he ended up trying to suffocate himself to death with an onion sandwich.
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?
[Lyrics to the The Rimmer Song in The Rimmer Experience:]
He's Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer,
More reliable than a garden strimmer ,
He's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner ;
He's not bald, and his head doesn't glimmer.
Master of the wit and the repartee,
His command of space directives is uncanny.
How come he's such a genius? Don't ask me!
Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer.
He's also a fantastic swimmer,
And if you play your cards right,
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?
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!
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.
Kryten: Sigmund Freud, eat your heart out.
Beyond A Joke[ edit ]
[Kryten has invaded Kochanski's "Pride and Prejudice" VR game with a tank]
Kryten: Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I said supper is ready.
Kryten: Is anyone still unclear into to the supper situation? No? Excellent.
Lister: Didn't know robots got PMT?
Lister: It's nice Kryts, really nice.
Kochanski: It's really great!
Epideme[ edit ]
[The crew discusses a plan to remove Lister's arm to save his life.]
Lister: Can you explain it to me? Something a bit more confidence-stirring than "Can I hack off your limb?"
Kryten: The plan is to inject antivirals in a precise pattern through your body, forcing epideme into your arm.
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?
Epideme: Give that man an eyebrow! Hey, I'm feeling generous — give him two!
Lister: You absorb knowledge from every person you kill?
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
Kochanski: Hi. I'm so sorry.
Lister: My left arm I said. Thats my right. What kind of Navigation Officer can't tell left from right?
Kryten and Cat enter
Kryten: Sir, you're awake!
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!
Lister: You weren't around for my last party, were ya?
Nanarchy[ edit ]
Lister: But does it change anything?
Kochanski: Listen, having only one arm will make no difference to any woman that cares about you.
Lister: What about sex?
Kochanski: Not here, it's too sandy.
Red Dwarf VIII: Series VIII[ edit ]
Back in the Red part 1[ edit ]
Cat: Forget Red — let's go all the way up to Brown Alert!
Kryten: There's no such thing as a Brown Alert, sir.
Cat: You won't be saying that in a minute! And don't say I didn't alert you!
[after Starbug lodges itself in the back end of a super enlarged rat on the nanobot rebuilt Red Dwarf]
Holly: Hope we don't get stopped by the cops, they don't like it when you're rat arsed.
Lister: Hey guys, look at me body.
Cat: Now there is an invitation that will NOT cause a stampede.
Back in the Red part 2[ edit ]
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?
Rimmer: Nearly finished, sir. This is my very special extra long salute I reserve for the especially important, sir.
Back in the Red part 3[ edit ]
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.
Lister: Was he any help?
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.
Lister: I thought social workers were supposed to be nice?
Rimmer: In the end I was so shell-shocked I went to see the priest and explained everything.
Lister: What did he say?
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.
Cassandra[ edit ]
Lister: Have you figured a way to get us out of here, Hol?
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.
Lister: Ah, Brilliant! What have I got to do?
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!
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]
Lister: What have I signed up for?
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?
Lister: Complained to the Foreman?
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?
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!
Lister: Smeg. It gets worse as well.
Rimmer: (Laughing) Worse! Go on!
Lister: I've signed you up too.
Captain Hollster: [Briefing 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 —
Rimmer: YES! [punches the air]
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.
Kryten: And finally: Christian rock music. If that doesn't scare her off, nothing will.
Rimmer: Have you been going through my things?
Pete part 1[ edit ]
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.
Hollister: Seven hours. Do you know how long that is? I couldn't remove my shorts until after midnight. When I wanted a leak I had to do a handstand on the toilet seat. I stopped the lift doors from closing, I wasn't even catching a lift!
Pete part 2[ edit ]
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?
Holly: What do you want — the long or the short version?
Lister: Oh. Long.
[Lister destroys the time wand. Moments later, a giant dinosaur egg is discovered behind a corner.]
Lister: Wh-what do we do now??
Rimmer: Now...rebuild...the time wand! It's absolutely priceless!
Only the Good[ edit ]
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 —
Rimmer: Not today, matey. [knees Death in the groin] Remember, only the good die young.
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
Rimmer: Can you tell me what this is?
Mirror Cat: (smells it) It's an alkali.
Rimmer: Oh yes, what's it called?
Mirror Cat: Cesiumfrancolithicmyxialobidiumrixidixidoxidexidroxhide. You look surprised?
Rimmer: I never thought I'd ever hear you say that. Can you write it down for me?
Mirror Cat: Certainly. (To Mirror Kochanski) Could I have an extremely long piece of paper, my dear?
Mr Ackerman: You're drunk.
Mr Ackerman: Who fancies a kebab?
Rimmer and Lister together : Oh yeah!
Lister: Smeg! He's tricked us. (Rimmer collapses) Must've been the cherry trifle we had for lunch sir. Told him not to go back for seconds. (Snores)
Mr Ackerman: Call the medi bay. we need two stomach pumps. Super suck.
Red Dwarf IX: Series IX: Back to Earth:[ edit ]
Part One[ edit ]
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?
Lister: He means the water tank.
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.
Lister: He means tentacle.
Rimmer: I hope so.
Lister: You were supposed to be manning the sonar, Rimmer! You could have gotten us all killed!
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.
Lister: You wasn't even there!
Rimmer: I was nearly there. That's close enough for me.
Part Two[ edit ]
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.
Rimmer: Science officer, excellent. So pleased you've caught up with us.
Katerina: You gave me slip, I know. You not want to be erased. But you won't defeat me, I too smart.
Rimmer: Erase me? I thought it was murder to kill a hologram.
Katerina: No, hologram already dead. Morally, ethically, hologram killing fine!
Rimmer: Fair enough. [Rimmer suddenly pushes her into oncoming traffic, and her image shorts out] Come on, we haven't got all day.
Kryten: She didn't see that coming, did she? I did.
Part Three[ edit ]
Lister: (About Craig Charles, his actor) I'm so glad I'm not him. The guy's a wreck. And pretending to be someone else all day, that's no way to make a living. Smeghead.
Cat: Whats going to happen to everybody in the reality we left? The guys all watching us on T.V?
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.
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.
Lister: And you know if you tell them the truth, you know what they would probably do?
Rimmer: Laugh.
Lister: Yeah. [They all snigger] They probably would.
Red Dwarf X: Series X[ edit ]
Trojan[ edit ]
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!
Cat: You mean they're not looking left and right?
Lister: Exactly.
Fathers & Suns[ edit ]
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?
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 ?
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!
Pree: Mindful of the Space Pollution Act, JMC policy dictates the ship should dispose of itself by flying straight into the nearest sun.
Cat: What?!
Dear Dave[ edit ]
Kryten: 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.
Lister: Moves don’t move on.
Rimmer: Moves move on!
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].
The Beginning[ edit ]
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?
Kryten: I have a suggestion, sirs.
Rimmer: What?
Novels[ edit ]
Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers[ edit ]
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.
What he did think of was a bowl of soup. A bowl of gazpacho soup.
Then he died.
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.
Better Than Life[ edit ]
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.