- [Lister's old girlfriend has turned up from a parallel dimension]
- Kryten: [to Lister] We've lost sight of Miss Kochanski's ship, sir. And we're fast running out of time.
- Lister: Yeah, it's good, isn't it?
- Kryten: No sir, I don't believe it is.
- Lister: Why? Don't you like her?
- Kryten: I'm a mere mechanoid, sir. It's hardly my place to point out what a bossy old trollop she is.
- Kryten: I'm going to end up on my own again, just like I did on the Nova 5.
- Lister: You killed the crew, Kryten! No wonder you were left on your own! All right, it was an accident, but nonetheless!
- Kryten: But what about before that? It was the same on the SS Augustus!
- Lister: Well, they died of old age!
- Kryten: You see?
- Kryten: You're not good enough for him. That's all. OK, he may walk around smelling like a Balti House laundry basket, but he doesn't need the likes of you swapping dimensions like there's no tomorrow and bewitching him with your... in and out bits. Pointy and unnecessary.
- Kochanski: You've got big problems, you know that?
- Kryten: Careful sir, the linkway's about as stable as an Italian taxi driver who's got stuck behind two old priests in a Skoda.