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Discussion in 'RED DWARF UNIVERSE' started by Gluben, Apr 27, 2009.
They've been naughty boys, haven't they, Mr. Flibble?
Oh, we couldn't possibly do that. Who'd clean up the mess?
RIMMER: What happens to naughty boys who've been naughty, Mr. Flibble?
FLIBBLE: Uncle Arnie fries them alive with his Hex Vision.
I think our only hope is the potato king
In the words from White Hole, I fear we have reached the middle of THIS (quarantine) conversation, Flibble! and reverted back to the original episode's dialogue that started this thread to begin with he he he he!
This is the personal log of Space Corps hard-light hologram Arnold J. Rimmer. Day 1: After landing, I ventured forth to explore the place I would be calling home for the next two thirds of a millennium. A desert planet, the only life forms the most basic single-celled protozoa, and me. Relationships would be difficult, but not impossible. I repaired to the pod, to appraise the supply situation. The pod had indeed been looted from a seeding ship. Among the supplies I found two strange devices, labelled "Eco-Accelerator Rockets". I held out little hope that they might improve my lot, but launched them anyway. For six days and nights the entire planet was wracked with storms, the like of which I had never witnessed before or since. Then, just as suddenly, they stopped. In just six days I had created my own world, lush and verdant. I had created "Rimmerworld". I was Adam, in my own Eden, and only one thing was missing, my own Jane. As I studied the pod's textbooks, my excitement grew. It seemed entirely possible for me to create a fully grown female clone, using my own DNA as a template. This of course created the most enormous moral dilemma. Technically, she would be my sister, and therefore unable to take me as her lover. After much soul searching, I reluctantly decided, "What the hell", I just wouldn't tell her.
Sorry to go on but I love that part
Its so typical that Rimmer wouldn't mind 'doing' his sister, he is so depraved!!
Which leads me onto this bit of that episode...
These deformed monsters are no sight for my
concubines. My treasures of pulchritude, run
along. (He gestures to one) Avert your eyes from
her great beauty. (Uncovers her face, which turns
out to also be that of RIMMER, and kisses her. She
covers herself, and he clears his throat. We see a
GUARD uncovering his face) Let the trial begin,
before my jacuzzi water grows tepid.
True it wasn't the 'true' Rimmer here but, urgh, kissing a clone of yourself, its like snogging YOURSELF! Wonder what Doug was thinking when he wrote these bits or was it a bit of Rob Grant in there too!:?:
It's a garbage pod!!! It's a smeg'n garbage pod!!!!
Proper dumplings Rimmer, when they're properly cooked, should not bounce!
LISTER: The lamb? Everybody thought the lamb was the cheese and that lemon meringue pie, man, what was in that?
RIMMER: I thought you liked that, you brought some back.
LISTER: Yeah, I wanted to try some on my athlete's foot.
RIMMER: It's not easy, Lister, cooking. When you're dead, when you don't
exist, when you're made entirely of light.
LISTER: That's your excuse for everything isn't it -- being dead?
Why do women always leave me for total smegheads? Why do they dump me for men who wear turtleneck sweaters and smoke a pipe? I mean,natural yoghurt eaters! Reliable, sensible, dependable, and lots of other words that end in "-ible." He's obsessed with house-prices, and spends half his life in 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 have some wine, please!" Smeg!
You can tell all that from a photo?
Three years from now, you'll go through a cosmic storm and end up in a parallel universe. You'll materialise on an exact replica of Earth in the year 1989. You'll want to go to the theatre. Whatever you do, don't go and see "Run For Your Wife."
Alert, alert! An electrical fire has knocked out my vocal recognition unicycle! Abandon shop! This is not a daffodil!
Be careful, It can be any thing
So let me get this straight...
He committed suicide, HE committed suicide and the little fishie committed suicide?
There's some kind of connection here I just can't put my finger on...
This fish relinquished its life of its own free will. Damned fool!
Why would a haddock kill itself? Why am I even asking that question?