red dwarf season three

ed dwarf season three part one small black beetles: the overkill
GILBERT: For madam, Lobster a la Breche. For sir, a
sausage and onion gravy sandwich on white bread, with
a glass of sterilised milk.
LISTER: Excellent. I used to live on these when I was
in the band.
GILBERT: As requested, sir, it was helicoptered in this
morning from Luigi's Fish 'n' Chip Emporium. An artist
beyond comparison, sir. Excuse me, sir, but a
gentleman appears to have appeared in the
corner of the room.
RIMMER: Listy, it's me! It's me, Rimmer! Rimmsy; Arnie
Rimmer! Arnie; Old Iron Balls! Rimmer!
GILBERT: Apparently, the gentleman's name is Rimmer,
sir.
LISTER: Have we met?
RIMMER: Have we met? We're like brothers. We were
shipmates. Red Dwarf. You don't remember, do you?
Of course you don't remember, it hasn't happened, has
it?
SABRINA: What hasn't happened?
RIMMER: Sabrina Mulholland-JJones? THE Sabrina
Mulholland-JJones? Model, best-selling novelist and
international jet-setter?
LISTER: Yeah. She's my bird.
RIMMER: "She's my bird?" You talk about the Duke of
Lincoln's eldest daughter as "My bird?!"
LISTER: Gilbert, will you escort Mr. Rummer to the
door?
RIMMER: But, I came here to save you!
LISTER: Throw him out, Gilbert. He's a nutter.
GILBERT: If you would care to step this way, sir?
RIMMER: But we were friends! We were buddies!
GILBERT: Let's not have a scene, sir.
RIMMER: You call this happiness? Surrounded by
toadying lackeys and paid sycophants? Living with a
love-goddess sex-bomb model megastar? You call this
contentment? You know, I stand here now and I look
at the two of us, and I ask one simple question: Who
is the rich man? You, with your fifty-eight houses, your
private island in the Bahamas, your multi-billion pound
business empire; or me, with... with... with what I've
got. It's you, isn't it? Yes it's all very clear to me now.
You -- richer and happier.
GILBERT: This way, sir.
RIMMER: I should have thought a bit harder about
that speech, really. I cocked it up a bit, didn't I?
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