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Scrolled super-quick across the screen in a manner not at all like Star Wars: Three million years in the future, Dave Lister, the last human being alive, discovers he is pregnant after a liaison with his female self in a parallel universe. His pregnancy concludes with the successful delivery of twin boys, Jim and Bexley. However, because the boys were conceived in another universe, with different physical laws, they suffer from highly accelerated growth rates and are both eighteen years old within three days of being born. In order to save their lives, Lister returns them to the universe of their origin, where they are reunited with their father (a woman), and are able to lead comparatively normal lives. Well, as normal as you can be if you've been born in a parallel universe and your father's a woman and your mother's a man and you're eighteen years old three days after your birth. Shortly afterward, Kryten, the service mechanoid, who had left the ship after being rescued from his own crashed vessel, the Nova 5, is found in pieces after his space bike crashed into an asteroid. Lister rebuilds the 'noid, but is unable to recapture his former personality. Meanwhile, Holly, the increasingly erratic computer, performs a head sex change operation on himself. He bases his new face on Hilly, a female computer with whom he'd once fallen madly in love.
The saga continuums...
Red Dwarf III
The Same Generation
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Lister: D'ya think Wilma's sexy?
Cat: Wilma Flintstone?
Lister: Maybe we've been alone in deep space too long, but every time I see that body, it drives me crazy. Is it me?
Cat: Well, I think in all probability, Wilma Flintstone is the most desirable woman that ever lived.
Lister: That's good. I thought I was going strange.
Cat: She's incredible!
Lister: What d'ya think of Betty?
Cat: Betty Rubble? Well, I would go with Betty... but I'd be thinking of Wilma.
Lister: This is crazy. Why are we talking about going to bed with Wilma Flintstone?
Cat: You're right. We're nuts. This is an insane conversation.
Lister: She'll never leave Fred, and we know it.

Rimmer giving Kryten a driving test: Right, in your own time, if you'd like to start the space vehicle, proceed through the cargo bay doors, and off into outer space. Once through the doors, proceed directly to the nearest planet. Once there I want you to bring the vehicle to a halt and then carefully reverse into the planet's orbit, remembering of course at all times to pay due care and attention to any other space users. Right, in your own time.
(Kryten ejects Rimmer's seat through the roof of the ship. In a while Rimmer returns and sits down.
Rimmer:
In your own time.
Kryten: I've failed, haven't I?

Kryten: The thing is, I learned to drive in Starbug 2. I'm not used to the controls in Starbug 1.
Rimmer: They're exactly the same.
Kryten: Yes. That's the problem.

Rimmer: Stopping distances. You're traveling half the speed of light, what is the stopping distance?
Kryten: Four years, three months.
Rimmer: And the thinking time?
Kryten: A fortnight.
Rimmer: Space Phenomena. (Showing him a picture in the book) What's that?
Kryten: A pulsar!
Rimmer: And that one?
Kryten: A binary star!
Rimmer: What's that one?
Holly: A Time Hole!
Rimmer: Don't help him!
Kryten, looking out the window: It's a Time Hole!
Rimmer: No, it isn't! It's nothing like a Time Hole!
Holly: It's a time hole!
Kryten: It is! It's a time hole!
Rimmer: A Time Hole is a phenomenon rarely seen in space, which legend would have us believe transports us into another part of space and time. Whereas that (pointing at the picture) is quite obviously a blue giant about to go supernova! That (pointing out the window) is a time hole!

(Starbug crash-lands)
Kryten:
I suppose you're going to fail me for this.

Rimmer: What's the time period?
Holly: Well, it's difficult to pin it down exactly, but according to all the available data, I would estimate it's round about ... lunchtime, maybe half-one.
Rimmer: What period in history, dingleberry-breath? I mean, can we expect to see Ghengis Khan and his barbarian buddies sweeping across the hill? Or a herd of flesh-eating dinosaurs feeding off the bones of Doug McClure? What is the year?
Holly: Well, I'd need some more data before I could give you a precise answer.
Rimmer: Like?
Holly: Well, this year's calendar'd be handy!

Kryten: I've never been to Earth before. I've only seen it on photographs. It's exactly like I always imagined, only much shorter.

Rimmer: There's a perfectly rational explanation for all of this.
Truck Driver, speaking backwards: Tifl a tnaw uoy fi nwot otni gniog m'I.
Rimmer: Then again, possibly not.

Kryten, reading the newspaper: "Three brought to life in bank raid. A masked man with a sawed-off shotgun sucked bullets out of two cashiers and a security guard in a South London bank tomorrow. The armed raider then forced terrified staff to accept 10,000 pounds, which he demanded they place in the bank's vaults. The man, Michael Ellis, completed a fifteen year prison sentence for the crime two years ago."
Rimmer: What does that say?
Kryten: Oh, it's an advert. "Roll-off deodorant. Keeps you wet and smelly for up to 24 hours."

Kryten: Here's the jobs page. This looks interesting. "Wanted: Managing director, ICI. Excellent demotion prospects - right candidate could go straight to the bottom!"
Rimmer: Something a bit more low-key.
Kryten: Uh... "Busy London restaurant requires dish dirtier?"
Rimmer: Anything else?
Kryten: Ah, this looks interesting. "Theatrical agent requires novelty acts."
Rimmer: What do we do that's a novelty?
Kryten: In this world, everything!

Cat: We ain't gonna find 'em. They're gone, buddy. But look on the bright side... (cheerfully) They're gone, buddy!

Lister: Fasten your belt.
Cat: Hey, I do not need fashion tips from you.

Cat: Is that what I think it is?
Lister: What d'you think it is?
Cat: An orange whirly thing in space!
Lister: It's a time hole. That's where they are. We're going in.
Cat: Are you crazy? You can't go in there!
Lister: Why not?
Cat: Orange?! With this suit?!

Lister: Nodnol? Hang on, wait a minute! Nodnol! Nod. Nol. It's in Bulgaria, isn't it!
Cat: Are you sure?
Lister: Geography was my number one subject at school. Nodnol, Bulgaria - rich in animal produce and mineral wealth, just south of Bosnia.
Cat: What's the selim?
Lister: Well, that's obviously Bulgarian for kilometers, isn't it?
Cat: You're so smart, I'm glad I came with you!

Cat: No more! I'm not moving another yard on this thing! I'm gettin' a part in the back of my head!
Lister: It's these cheap Bulgarian bikes! You probably have to queue up for a year to get this piece of crap! You probably have to be a government official to get one that goes forwards!

Lister: We're lookin' for our friend... er... friendski?
Cat: Our budski? Palski?
Lister: This addresski hereski? Can you erm... drop us offski?

Rimmer: For our first trick tonight, ladies and gentlemen, my partner Kryten will attempt to eat a boiled egg ... forwards!
Cat: This is entertainment to these people? It's pathetic!
Lister: They're Bulgarian - they have very simple tastes.

Rimmer: It's true! Once you get over the initial shock, things actually make a lot more sense this way round. There's no death here. You start off dead, you have a funeral, then you come to life! As each year passes you get younger and younger until you become a newborn baby. Then you go back inside your mother, who goes back inside her mother, and so on, until eventually we all become one glorious whole!

Lister: But we can't stay! Look, I'm 25 now - in 10 years time I'll be 15. I'll have to go through puberty again! Backwards!
Cat: Imagine that! Your gajimbas will suddenly rise back into your body, and the next thing you know you're singing soprano in the school choir!
Lister: And worse than that - in 25 years I'll be a little sperm, swimming around in somebody's testicles! I mean, pardon me, but that's just not how I saw my future!

Kryten: Take war. War is a wonderful thing here! In fifty years time, the second world war will start - backwards!
Cat: And that's a good thing?
Kryten: Millions of people will come to life. Hitler will retreat across Europe, liberate France and Poland, disband the Third Reich, and bog off back to Austria!

Lister: Okay, okay! But look at the flipside of the coin. It's not all good. Take someone like, say... St. Francis of Assissi. In this universe, he's the petty-minded little sadist who goes around maiming small animals! Or Santa Claus - what a bastard!
Rimmer: Eh?
Lister: He's the big fat git who sneaks down chimneys and steals all the kid's favorite toys!

Lister: Me black eye! It's gone! He just sucked it off me face with his fist! And now he's just uncracked me ribs!
Rimmer: We don't want any trouble.
Kryten: No, you don't understand! All this mess, all this debris! It's from the fight we got fired for! The fight we're about to have!
Rimmer: About to have? I don't want to be involved in a barroom brawl!
Lister: It's not a barroom brawl, it's a barroom tidy! Unrumble!!

Cat, coming back from, er, doing his business: Don't ask.


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