Where are they driving them to?
Or should I not be reading that statement with an Irish accent?
OMW, I just realized - I hope you mean driving as in with a vehicle, not with a golf club.
LISTER: Well, there's nothing here. Let's check 592.
RIMMER: Umm... has anybody seen my legs? They don't appear to be below my waist where I normally keep them.
They are indeed absent without notice. RIMMER is now cut off short at the waist, like a scene from an old Tex Avery cartoon.
LISTER: Holly, what's happened to Rimmer's legs?
CAT: Here they are right here!
He sounds disgusted. The disembodied legs are running around, desperately trying to find RIMMER. They are about to go through a door.
RIMMER: Stop them!
LISTER: C'mon, leggies, this way! Over here.
HOLLY: It must have been 592. That's where the Hologram Simulation Suite is!
RIMMER manages to center his legs under his body, and holds firmly onto his belt to stop them wandering off again.
RIMMER: What does this mean?
HOLLY: It's probably not serious, don't panic.
RIMMER: Well, when it's not serious when your genitals can go wandering off on their own, I wonder what is?
W000t!