RED DWARF PING!
RIMMER: Well, it’s all very sad, Lister, but what can we do?
LISTER: Sad? It’s sick! He’s been programmed to believe in an android Heaven, so that he won’t get stroppy when it comes to turn-off time. So that he accepts a lifetime of getting the short end of the stick because he thinks there’s going to be some big reward at the end.
RIMMER: Well, at least he gets 24 hours notice. That’s more than most of us get. All most of us get is, “Mind that bus!” “What bus?” _splat_! How’s he taking it?
LISTER: Just keeps on doing his stupid smeggin’ duties.
RIMMER: Maybe I should talk to him. Maybe he needs a bit of counseling.
LISTER: You?!
RIMMER: I used to be in the Samaritans.
LISTER: I know. For one morning.
RIMMER: I couldn’t take any more.
LISTER: I don’t blame you. You spoke to five people, and they all committed suicide. I wouldn’t mind, but one was a wrong number! He only phoned up for the cricket scores!
RIMMER: Well, it’s hardly my fault that everyone chose that morning to throw themselves off buildings! Made the papers, you know. “Lemming Sunday,” they called it.
One of my favorites...
Gotta bust out those tapes and re-watch some of them...
Red Dwarf was a helluva good show.