red dwarf – season seven

ed dwarf season seven part two small black beetles: the overkill
LISTER: What, you mean I could be planning a career in
archery?
KOCHANSKI: You could be dead. Now, you said you'd
consider anything, well, this is it.
LISTER: Can I have some details? Something a little bit more
inspiring than "can I hack off your limb?"
KRYTEN: The plan is to inject anti-virals in a precise
pattern through your body, forcing epideme into your
arm.
LISTER: And then you cut it off. Great plan. What choice
have I got... Okay, but make it my left arm, okay. 'Cause
my right arm does all my favourite things.
STARBUG MEDIBAY
KOCHANSKI: Okay, virus heading north. And heading for
the left shoulder. No, no, no, no! It's heading away
from his left arm…
KRYTEN: The right arm, it's our only chance. Laser bone
saw, sir, quickly! Amputation mode: cut and cauterise!
KOCHANSKI: It's not enough. Still not enough. Okay! If this
doesn't work, we're out of options.
CAT: Whether it works or not, it's gonna be a cold
day in hell before I touch barbecue wings again!
STARBUG MEDIBAY, LATER.
KOCHANSKI: He's awake!
LISTER: My left arm, I said! That's my right; what kind of
navigation officer can't tell left from right?
KOCHANSKI: We did the best we could; I am so sorry.
LISTER: Where is it?
KOCHANSKI: We flushed it into space, we had to.
LISTER: Oh, my right arm... I did everything with that arm;
we were inseparable! At least, I thought we were.
Oh, it's not your fault. You did what you had to do to
save my life. You haven't saved my life... So, to sum up:
all I've got to look forward to now is death,
zombification, and then a quick, after-death snog with
either you or the Cat? You've given my arm for
nothing?
KRYTEN: Not nothing, sir! Based on my calculations, it's
bought you approximately fifty-eight minutes more
life.
LISTER: What am I gonna do with fifty-eight minutes more
life?
CAT: Have half a juggling lesson?
LISTER: You're really not helping.
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