- Rimmer: Stab him! Stab him! STAB HIM! QUICK! STAB HIM!...Uhh, you haven't met Stabim?
- Rimmer: Wrong, wrong. Absolutely brimming over with wrongability.
- Rimmer: Unpack Rachel and get out the puncture repair kit! I'm alive!!
- Rimmer: Look, I think we've all got something to bring to this conversation, but I think that from now on what you should bring is silence.
- Rimmer: What's this? Learning drugs? They're illegal, matey! I'm afraid you're in very serious, grave, deep trouble, Lister. Where did you get them? I want names, I want places, I want dates.
Lister: Arnold Rimmer, his locker, this morning. - Rimmer: Look... In three million years, you'll be dead.
Past Rimmer: [mock surprise]: Oh, will I really?
Rimmer: Yes, unless you do something about it now.
Past Rimmer: Oh, and what do you suggest I do, then? Eat less white bread? More roughage?
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