Rimmer: Maybe you haven't noticed this, but we're gonna be spending the next two years in the Brig. Two years with the scum of the universe; hardened criminals; deranged droids. People so unbalanced and debauched they couldn't even get elected as President of the United States.
The Cat: I'm so gorgeous, that there's a six-month waiting list for birds to suddenly appear whenever I am near.
Rimmer: Thornton.
MP Thornton: No-one's allowed in there, Rimmer. Beat it.
Rimmer: Angus Thornton. Age 36. Middle name : Lionel. Inside leg measurement 29, neck size 16. Circumsised.
MP Thornton: How d'you know all this?!
Rimmer: Jazz fan. Good credit rating. Once admitted to hospital totally naked and attached to...
[Rimmer leans towards Thornton and whispers...]
Rimmer: ...the suction end of a vacuum cleaner.
MP Thornton: This is slanderous. Filthy, stinking, slanderous slime that you just made up! Who told you?
Rimmer: Want all the crew to know? Take a cigarette break. Five minutes.
First Ground Controller: This is Ground Control to Midget Three. You don't appear to have flight clearance. Please state your name and clearance code.
The Cat: Ground Control, this is... uh...
Lister: [whispers] Major Tom.
The Cat: ...Major Tom.
