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ed <strong>dwarf</strong> season <strong>two</strong> part one small black beetles: the overkill<br />
HOLLY: I'm not telling you.<br />
RIMMER: It's because you're bo<strong>red</strong>, isn't it? That's why<br />
you're both annoying me.<br />
HOLLY: I'm not bo<strong>red</strong>. I've had a really busy morning. I've<br />
devised a system to totally revolutionize music.<br />
LISTER: Get out of town!<br />
HOLLY: Yeah, I've decimalized it. Instead of the octave, it's<br />
the decatave. And I've invented <strong>two</strong> new notes: H and J.<br />
LISTER: Hang on a minute, you can't just invent new<br />
notes.<br />
HOLLY: Well I have. Now it goes: Do Re Mi Fa So La Wo<br />
Bo Ti Do. Do Ti Bo Wo La So Fa Mi Re Do.<br />
RIMMER: What are you drivelling about?<br />
HOLLY: Holrock. It'll be a whole new sound. All the<br />
instruments will be extra big to incorporate my <strong>two</strong> new<br />
notes. Triangles will have four sides. Piano keyboards the<br />
length of zebra crossings. Of course, women will have to<br />
be banned from playing the cello.<br />
LISTER: Holly, shut up.<br />
HOLLY: Oh, I forgot, I haven't told you the news.<br />
RIMMER: What news?<br />
HOLLY: A signal. We're getting a signal. It's probably nothing<br />
but I just thought I'd mention it.<br />
RIMMER: Aliens!<br />
LISTER: Oh god, aliens? Your explanation for anything<br />
slightly peculiar is aliens, isn't it? You lose your keys -- it's<br />
aliens. A picture falls off the wall -- it's aliens. That time<br />
we used up a whole bog roll in a day -- you thought that was<br />
aliens as well.<br />
RIMMER: Well we didn't use it all, Lister. Who did?<br />
LISTER: Rimmer, aliens used our bog roll?<br />
RIMMER: Just 'cause they're aliens doesn't mean they<br />
don't have to visit the little boys' room. Only they probably<br />
do something weird and alienesque, like it comes out of the<br />
top of their heads or something.<br />
LISTER: Well I wouldn't like to be stuck behind one in a<br />
cinema.<br />
DRIVE ROOM.<br />
HOLLY: It's a distress call from a ship called the Nova-5.<br />
They've crash-landed. I'm trying to establish contact.<br />
LISTER: Another ship! Brilliant!<br />
RIMMER: So it's not aliens, then?<br />
HOLLY: No, they're from Earth. I hope they'd got some<br />
spare odds and sods on board. We're a bit short on a few<br />
supplies.<br />
LISTER: Like what?<br />
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