Red Dwarf Saison 6 episode 2
Le parfait exemple d'une scène à la Red Dwarf...
Cat: I hate to go all technical on you, but all hands on deck, swirly thing alert!
Lister: Where?
Cat: It's not on the radar yet, but I can smell it.
Rimmer: Nothing here.
Kryten: Nothing on long range. Sir, is it possible you could have made a mis-smelling?
Cat: Listen, butter pat head, my nostrils hair are vibrating faster than the springs on a spaniard's honeymoon bed. I'm telling you, there's something out there.
Kryten: Don't get your double healings in a string, no one's questioning your nasal integrity.
Rimmer: Go to blue alert.
Lister: What for? There's no one to alert, we're all here.
Rimmer: I would just feel more comfortable if I know that we're all on our toes 'cause everyone's aware it's a blue alert situation.
Lister: We all are on our toes!
Rimmer: May I remind you of Space Corp Directive 34124?
Kryten: 34124. No officer with false teeth should attempt oral sex in zero gravity.
Rimmer: Damn you both. I want to go to blue alert!
Lister: Ok, ok.
Rimmer: Thank you. A bit of professionalism.
Kryten: Wait, I've got something. I'm punching it up.
Lister: It's too small for a vessel. Maybe some kind of missile.
Kryten: It's impossible to tell at this range. Whatever it is, they clearly have a technology way in advance of our own.
Lister: So does the Albanian state washing machine company.
Rimmer: Step up to red alert.
Kryten: Sir, are you absolutely sure? It does mean changing the bulb.
Rimmer: There's always some excuse, isn't there?
Lister: Range 15,000 gigooks and closing.
Kryten: Direct collision course. Suggest evasive action.
Cat: Engaging reheat.
Lister: It's still with us. It's some kind of heat-seeker, we can't outrun it!
Cat: That's it. We're deader than tank tops!
Rimmer: Suggestions?
Kryten: Sir, may I recommend I load myself in the reverse thrust tube and you use my body as decoy fodder. This will of course leave me splattered across deep space and unable to complete today's laundry, for which I apologise in advance.
Rimmer: Kryten, stop your blabbering and get in the damn tube.
Lister: Kryten, sit down. I'm not doing me own smeggin' ironing.
Rimmer: Maybe we can reason with it. Open communications channel, Lister. Broadcast on all frequences and in all known languages. Including Welsh. This is acting senior officer Arnold J. Rimmer of the Jupiter Mining Corporation transport vehicle Starbug. Now hear this, 'cause it's only coming once. We surrender. Totally and without condition. Thank you for listening. Oh, addtional. Sorry to take up your valuable time. Sorry, thank you, sorry, bye, bye, sorry, thank you, bye.
Lister: Rimmer, you've got a longer yellow streak than a stampede of diuretic camels.