red dwarf season three

ed dwarf season three part one small black beetles: the overkill
YOUNG RIMMER: I can't. Not first thing in the morning.
I've got extra rugby practice because I'm so wet.
RIMMER: Damn! All right, then -- lunchtime. Take it at
lunchtime, okay? I've got to go now. Don't mess this
up!
YOUNG RIMMER: No, sir.
PHOTO LAB.
RIMMER: Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! If I were a rich man,
dubba dubba dubba dubba dubba dum...
HOLLY: Worked then, did it?
RIMMER: Holly, though it pains me dearly, I'll be having
to say, "Ta-ta." Ta-Ta, to your stupid gormless face. Tata,
to poverty. Ta-ta, failure. Hello, Sabrina. Hello,
sexual ecstasy.
HOLLY: It hasn't worked. According to our data bank,
you didn't invent the tension sheet. It was invented
by a gentleman named "Thickie Holden." All you've
gone and done is put things back exactly as they
were.
RIMMER: Why does nothing ever go right for me? Every
time I get so much as a snifter of a break, a glimpse
of a shadow of happiness, something inexplicably
cruel and horrible happens and it all blows up in my
face.
HOLLY: Hang on a mo', something is different. Don't
ask me why, but somehow you're no longer a
hologram. You're alive!
RIMMER: What? I'm alive! I'm alive! Kryten, unpack
Rachel and get out the puncture repair kit! I'm alive! I
can touch, I can feel, I can fondle -- I'm alive! Don't
you think it's incredible?
RIMMER BRINGS HIS FISTS DOWN HARD ON TWO CRATES
THAT JUST HAPPEN TO BE LABELLED, "EXPLOSIVES."
CAT: What was he saying?
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