Cat: Yeah, it’s awful, man, when a woman screws you up so bad you want to become a squirrel.
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Kryten: I’m up and down more often than a pair of kangaroos in the mating season!
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Lister: I prefer something slightly more melodious. Like the long, drawn-out death rattle of a man suffering from terminal flatulence.
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Rimmer: Ace and Skipper?! You sound like a kids' TV series about a boy and his bush kangaroo!
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Rimmer: I had to get out of there. He's driving me nuts. I cannot stand front-seat drivers.
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Rimmer: So Lister what are you telling us? You're a closet squirrel? Behind closed doors you parade up and down with a strap-on bushy tail, calling yourself Nutkin?
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Rimmer: Yes, but Rimmer Directive 217 states just as clearly, "No chance you metal bastard."
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