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ed <strong>dwarf</strong> season <strong>two</strong> part one small black beetles: the overkill<br />
Rimmer concentrates again and fluffy dice appear in the car.<br />
RIMMER: Bliss.<br />
BTL classy restaurant.<br />
CAT: Where's Rimmer? I thought he was right behind us.<br />
GUIDE: Your caviar vindaloo, sir. Half rice, half chips and lots<br />
more bread and butter to follow.<br />
LISTER: I never thought I'd see the day when I could eat<br />
something as classy as this, you know?<br />
GUIDE: This is "Better Than Life," sir. And yours was the<br />
fish, sir? As orde<strong>red</strong>, sir. Small fish. Are you sure you wouldn't<br />
like your fish cooked?<br />
CAT: No, sir! I like my food to move!<br />
BTL restaraunt entry.<br />
GUIDE: Mister Rimmer, sir. They're on table K on the second<br />
terrace.<br />
RIMMER: Excellent. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened.<br />
I was driving along and suddenly there was McGruder. Well<br />
one thing led to another and... Good God! This is a great<br />
game! Twice in one lifetime, I'm turning into Hugh<br />
Heffner!<br />
LISTER: Rimmer, you can touch things!<br />
RIMMER: I know. Why do you think I was so late?<br />
LISTER: Have you checked into your room yet?<br />
RIMMER: What room?<br />
LISTER: I mean, mine is absolutely brilliant. I've got this<br />
vibrating, leopard skin waterbed in the shape of a guitar.<br />
CAT: Yeah? Well you should take a look at my wardrobe.<br />
It's so big it crosses an international time zone. When it's<br />
three o'clock where my shirts are it's seven in the morning<br />
for my socks.<br />
LISTER: But what about my electonic lavvy? I mean this thing<br />
comes when you call it, takes your trousers down, does<br />
everything for you. It's just so stylish.<br />
CAPTAIN: Admiral!<br />
RIMMER: Who is that? Just because some hoity-toity,<br />
gonad brain gimp knows an Admiral, does he have to<br />
broadcast it?<br />
CAPTAIN: Admiral Rimmer, sir. Field Marshall Clifton sends<br />
his compliments and wonders if you would care to join him<br />
for port and cigars.<br />
RIMMER: I think there must be some mistake. I'm not<br />
an Admiral.<br />
Suddenly Rimmer is an Admiral.<br />
RIMMER: I love this game! Gentlemen, do excuse me.<br />
GUIDE: Dom Perignon '54, sir. In a pint mug, as requested.<br />
LISTER: Thank you, my man. That's a good year.<br />
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