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THE FALLEN ANGELS
Hayleys Personal Play thing
Proud Holder Of Bubbles 100Th Mail
Its Full Of Sugar And Spice and everything Nice <3
Not PP Friendly
If you reach into my pockets you have given me the right To Mug you and keep every cent that i take.
It's cold outside, there's no kind of atmosphere
I'm all alone, more or less
Let me fly far away from here
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose
Drinking fresh mango juice
Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
I'll pack my bags and head into hyperspace
Where I'll succeed at time-warp speed
Spend my days in ultraviolet rays
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
We'll lock on course straight through the universe
You and me and the galaxy
Reach the stage where hyperdrive's engaged
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun
Rimmer: You've got a scar? When did you get that?
Lister: Those complimentary pens that the hospital guys were giving out - you know 'most accidents happen in the home, so be careful' once I accidentally stabbed myself in the head with one.
Rimmer: Where were you?
Lister: I wasn't at home, so I didn't feel stupid or anything.
Lister: We're on a punishment menu now. No chips, no ice-cream, just the basics.
Rimmer: Because we're on punishment detail?
Lister: Yeah. Kill Crazy reckons they give us the cloning experiments that have gone wrong, with some gravy slopped over to disguise it.
Rimmer: You waited until I was swallowing 'til you said that, didn't you?
Lister: Who's bra?
Cat: A hundred and eighty-one? Probably your own!
Lister: Come on, no. Taking a bra off with me teeth, aged one-hundred and eighty-one. That's a hell of a sexy way to go!
Kryten: So long as the teeth are in your mouth at the time, sir.
Ace Rimmer: [during his daring rescue of the princess] Princess Bonjella, Ace Rimmer. There'll be time for explanations later. And hopefully, some sex.
Princess Beryl Bonjella: What a guy!
THanks to ToyArmadillo
Ah, Kryten. At last. Glad you could make it this millennium.-Rimmer
Smeerrrrg!-Kryten
I beg your pardon?-Rimmer
Smerrrrg heeeeed!-Kryten
What?-Rimmer
You're a smeerrrrg heeeee... Oh, forget it!-Kryten
Sir, you're a smeeeee...-Kryten
A smee.-Rimmer
A smeee heeee...-Kryten
A smee hee.-Rimmer
A complete and total one.-Kryten
LISTER: Come on Rimmer, that's not the attitude!
RIMMER: Sorry?
LISTER: That's not the Red Dwarf way! One in trouble, all in trouble!
CAT: The posse!
LISTER: The Boyz from the Dwarf!
He and KRYTEN do the "Boyz from the Dwarf" hands dangle. CAT joins in
late.
CAT: If one of us is in a fix, the home boys band together!
LISTER: That's the way it is!
RIMMER: Have you got anything in writing?
LISTER: You're a toad, Rimmer. You're a weasel. You're a slimy, river- dwelling rodent with the morals of a praying mantis.
RIMMER: I'm just being a realist. Look, _you_ only have seven minutes left to live. That's tragic. (With a strange smile) _God_, it's tragic. But for the rest of us, life must go on.
KRYTEN: If I may interject, sir. In _your_ case that's not exactly true. Remember, you _are_ operating on emergency battery supplies. We have no spares. In fact, you yourself, sir, will expire in a little under _four_ minutes.
Pause as RIMMER digests this.
RIMMER: (Performing an exaggerated "Boyz from the Dwarf" hands dangle)
Okay, home boys, let's _posse_!
Thanks Dr-Evil
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