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Discussion in 'RED DWARF UNIVERSE' started by Gluben, Apr 27, 2009.
But sir, surely that's impossible without at least one live chicken and a Rabbi?
Yes, but Rimmer Directive 271 states just as clearly, "No chance you metal b#$!%*?."
C'mon man you gotta sacfrice you life, I'm not asking you to do anything I wouldn't do.
"Well, we know what to get you for Christmas. A double labotomy and six rolls of rubber wallpaper. "
You? You'd sacrifice your life for the good of the crew?
Well,it looks like we have two options - 1, stand and fight. - 2, run away. Who's for two?
No I'd sacarfice your life for the good of the crew
Alright, me laddo, party's over. I've had just about as much of this as I'm going to take. And it's no good standing there with your big macho chest and your silly oiled nipples - it doesn't impress me one bit. Now I don't know where you've come from, and frankly I don't much care. But if you don't skedaddle pronto you're going to see a side of me you won't much like.
What's he gonna do, drop his trousers
*gulps*................ well it's been a while since i did that! :shock:
Listen, you bunch of tarts, it's clobbering time! There's a body bag out there with that scudball's name on it, and I'm doing up the zip. Anyone who gets in my way gets a napalm enema!
Erm, I think we're all beginning to lose sight of the real issue
here, which is: what are we going to 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."
Right, so let's just cut all of this business and get on with it! Last one alive's a wet ponce. Who's with me?
Well, the car stickers aren't ready until Thursday, but sometimes
one just has to act spontaneously. People, let's go.
Well, it is quite difficult to talk when you're tied upside-down to a tree.
Have you been playing with Howard and Frank?
I can't let you out, because the King of the Potato People won't 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.
CAT: Could we see him?
RIMMER: See who?
CAT: The King.
RIMMER: Do you have a magic carpet?
LISTER: Yeah, a little three-seater.
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 are completely sane?! I think that warrants 2 hours of W.O.O.
LISTER: What's W.O.O?
CAT: You had to ask.
RIMMER: With...out...oxygen. No oxygen for 2 hours. That'll teach
you to be bread baskets.