red dwarf season three

ed dwarf season three part one small black beetles: the overkill
LISTER: Gum ointment?
RIMMER: Yes, it was in the first-aid box. It's that minty
flavour. It's quite nice.
LISTER: It's quite nice if you smear it on your mouth
ulcer, but you can't sit down and eat it.
RIMMER: You may have to.
LISTER: That's it? There's nothing else?
RIMMER: Just a Pot Noodle. Oh, and I found a tin of dog
food in the tool cupboard.
LISTER: Well. Pretty obvious what gets eaten last. I
can't stand pot Noodles. We're going to die, aren't
we? Correction -- I'm going to die. You're a hologram.
You're already dead. You don't need food.
RIMMER: Did you find any wood?
LISTER: There's no wood. There's no vegetation out
there. Smeg all. Just a wasteland.
RIMMER: We can't let that fire go out -- it's your only
form of heat.
LISTER: I'm going to die, aren't I? God, I'm hungry. I'm
going to have the crisps... Just one.
RIMMER: You ate less than sixteen hours ago.
LISTER: It's all right for you. You don't even feel the
cold.
RIMMER: Take your mind off it. Find something to put
on the fire. Mayday! Mayday! I wonder why it's
"Mayday?" The distress call. Why d'you say "Mayday?"
It's only a Bank Holiday. Why not "Shrove Tuesday" or
"Ascension Sunday?" (Mimics) Ascension Sunday!
Ascension Sunday! The fifteenth Wednesday after
Pentecost! The fifteenth Wednesday after Pentecost!
LISTER: It's French, you doink. It's m'aidez. Help me.
Muh-aid-ay. Everywhere I look reminds me of food.
Look at these books: Charles Lamb, Herman Wok, the
complete works of Sir Francis Bacon, Eric Van
Lustbader...
RIMMER: Eric Van Lustbader? What's he got to do
with food?
LISTER: Van. Bread van, meat van, food!
RIMMER: Look, you're getting obsessed.
LISTER: It's these books! It's like someone's put them
there to taunt me. Look at this -- The Caretaker by
Harold Pinta.
RIMMER: It's "Pinter." Stop thinking about food.
LISTER: Take my mind off it. Talk about something.
RIMMER: Like what?
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