Episode Quotes
Rimmer: Right, that's it! "Lister, D -- third technician. Offense: obstructing a superior technician by humming, clicking and being quiet." When the captain sees this, you're dead.
Dave: Not until you pass your engineer's exam. And you won't do that because you'll just go in there and flunk again.
Rimmer: Lister, last time I only failed by the narrowest of narrow margins.
Dave: You what? You walked in there, wrote, "I am a fish" four hundred times, did a funny little dance, and fainted.
Rimmer: Is that a cigarette you're smoking, Lister?
Dave: No, it's a chicken.
Dave: 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, 'cause 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: Oh, Rimmer... you are a smeghead!
Rimmer: You touch that guitar, Lister, I'll remove the E string and garrotte you with it.
Rimmer: What are you going to do? Breed sheep and dolphins and invent wet-look knitwear?
Dave: Where is everybody, Hol?
Holly: They're dead, Dave.
Dave: Who is?
Holly: Everybody, Dave.
Dave: What, Captain Hollister?
Holly: Everybody's dead, Dave.
Dave: What, Todhunter?
Holly: Everybody's dead, Dave.
Dave: What, Selby?
Holly: They're all dead. Everybody's dead, Dave.
Dave: Peterson isn't, is he?
Holly: Everybody is dead, Dave.
Lister: Not Chen?
Holly: Gordon Bennett! Yes! Chen, everybody. Everybody's dead, Dave.
Dave: Rimmer?
Holly: He's dead, Dave. Everybody is dead. Everybody is dead, Dave!
Dave: Wait. Are you trying to tell me everybody's dead?
Holly: I should've never let him out in the first place...
Dave: (sampling some powder lying around) And why is it so dirty around here, Hol? What is this stuff?
Holly: That is catering officer Olaf Petersen.
Dave: Aggh! I've been eating half the crew!
Dave: What's it feel like?
Rimmer: Death? It's like being on holiday with a group of Germans.
Rimmer: Being a hologram is fine, Lister. I still have the same drives, the same feelings, the same emotions, but I can't *touch* anything. Never again will I be able to brush a rose against my cheek, cradle a laughing child, or interfere with a woman sexually.
Dave: Rimmer, you never used to do any of those things anyway.
Rimmer: I've got to pull myself together, but you've got to help me. You got to be my hands and my touch.
Dave: I know the things you like to touch. No way Rimmer! Forget it!
Dave: Holly, plot a course for Fiji. Look out, Earth--the slime's coming home!