Rimmer:
Hey. What's that streaky blue missile thing that's heading towards us?
Holly:
Hang on, I'll just check my data bank. Apparently it's a streaky blue missile thing and it's heading towards us. AWOOGA! AWOOGA!
Kryten:
He evolved from cats, sir, just as your distant ancestors once swung from trees.
Arnold Rimmer:
Ancestors? His grandparents swung from trees.
Dave Lister:
How long have I been in stasis, Holly?
Holly:
Well I couldn't let you our until the radiation died down to a safe level. Really, you're gonna laugh.
Dave Lister:
[
exasperated] How long?
Holly:
Just under three million years.
Dave Lister:
[
in shock then pauses contemplatively] My baseball cards must be worth a fortune!
Dave Lister:
What's it feel like?
Arnold Rimmer:
Death?
Dave Lister:
Yeah.
Arnold Rimmer:
It's like being at an Amish bachelor party.
[
Kryten has asked where he might find the captain]
Dave Lister:
Your'e a robot, right?
Kryten:
Does it show?
Dave Lister:
Only to a trained eye!
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