Cat: I have given pleasure to the world because I have such a beautiful ass. Cat: You can't have my shiny thing. I found it, it's my shiny thing. Rimmer: What are you driveling about? Cat (producing yoyo): This is my shiny thing. And if you try and take it off me I may have to eat you. Meckles, heckles, hackles, schmeckles, whatever the hell they are, they're up right now and pointed at you, bud! Cat: My stomach has been pumped and now I'm hungry! Man, I just /have/ to eat! Lister: Shhhhh. Not now, man. Rimmer's dad's died! Cat: I'd prefer chicken! This is mine; that's mine.. I'm claiming all this as mine ... except that bit. I don't want that bit. But all the rest of this is mine! Hey, this has been a good day! I've eaten five times, I've slept six times, and I'd made a lot of things mine! Tomorrow I'm going to see if I can't have sex with something! (walks out of closet) He won't find that one -- not until he changes his boots. (sees Lister, hides his face) "Did you see him clearly? Did you get a good look at his face? Could you spot him in a parade?" I don't think so -- that could have been anybody! Rimmer: Mr. Flibble's very cross Kryten, unpack Rachel and get out the puncture repair kit. I'm ALIVE!!!!! (smashes his hands on crates of explosives and is blown to bits) I just want to say: over the years, I have come to regard you as ... people I met. Lister: Don't give me this Star Trek crap, it's too early in the morning. Life's a bitch, now smeg off, I'm busy. Can't you tell the story is not gripping me? I am in a state of non-gripness. I am completely smegging ungripp-ed! Oh smeg. What the smeggin smeg's he smeggin done? No way are these my boxer shorts -- these bend! That's rich, you know, coming from Miss Yo-Yo Knickers. I am not pished Kryten: Lister: You ok, man? Kryten: I'm fine, thank you, Susan. Frankenstein was the creator -- not the monster. It's a common misconception, held by all truly stupid people. 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 that it was such a big one it was worth mentioning twice. Damage control report: Dehydration level 45%; Recall of previous evening 2%; Embarrassment factor 91%! Advise repair schedule: Reboot startup disk, offline for 36 hours and replace head. Boy! What a night! Well, I want to talk to you about my penis. I knew it, you've gone straight into smirk mode. Kryten personal blackbox recording. Time: unknown. Location: unknown. Cause of accident: unknown. Should someone find this recording, perhaps it will shed light as to what happened here. My short-term memory has been erased. This I ascribe to the proximity of the magnetic coils from Starbug's rear engine. Secondly, due to the proximity of the magnetic coils, my short-term memory appears to have been erased. This, combined with the erasure of my short-term memory, has left me a little disoriented I wouldn't trust you to open a can of sardines that was already open Holly: I am Holly, the ship's computer, with an I.Q. of 6000 - the same I.Q. as 6000 P.E. teachers. Appreciate what you've got because basically I'm fantastic. It's a mistake any deranged, half-witted computer coulda made. 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! Holly: I'm the nearest thing you can get to infullible. Lister: Infallible. Holly: Exactly. I was in love once -- a Sinclair ZX-81. People said, "No, Holly, she's not for you." She was cheap, she was stupid and she wouldn't load -- well, not for me, anyway Ahead groove factor 5! Yeah! Additional: Our biggest enemy is going space crazy through loneliness. The only thing that helps me maintain my slender grip on reality is the friendship I share with my collection of singing potatoes.