- Kryten: [Whilst onboard a derelict ship] Remember sirs, the asteroid storm will destroy this ship in five hours.
- [Rubble falls from the ceiling]
- Cat: Let's split up into pairs, we can search quicker that way.
- Rimmer: As acting superior officer, I naturally get the first choice.
- [points to Cat]
- Rimmer: Don't want you.
- [points to Kryten]
- Rimmer: Don't want you.
- [Only Lister is left]
- Rimmer: Why is the never anyone good here? You'd get more choice in an Amish barber's. Kryten, you're with me, let's move, people.
- [Kryten and Rimmer head off]
- Lister: If they ever decided to recognize services to Toss-pottery,
- [points to Rimmer]
- Lister: he'll be a hall of famer.
- Lister: [Starbug approaches a derelict] What kind of space station is it, Kryts? Any idea?
- Kryten: I don't recognize it, sir. But I must confess I did delete some files off my hard drive this morning to create more memory.
- Lister: Really? Is that safe?
- Kryten: Oh, have no fear, sir. I only deleted information I considered frivolous and idiotic.
- Rimmer: Without checking with me first?
- Kryten: And you are?
- Rimmer: Go into your trash folder, you metal moron and undelete the "Rimmer" file. You must've dumped me in there by mistake.
- Kryten: That's highly unlikely whoever you are, but I'll check anyway.
- [searching]
- Kryten: Oh! There's a folder in here marked "Captain Bollocks." Could that be you?