[null and void]

There is a ship on the pad, dimly seen through the steam.

KRYTEN, CAMILLE, and LISTER enter.

KRYTEN: Mister Lister, sir, would you be so kind as to take Camille's bag on board?
LISTER: (Taking the bag) Certainly, Kryten. Anything you say.

LISTER exits.

CAMILLE: Why MY bag, Kryten?
KRYTEN: Because you're getting on that craft with Hector, where you belong.
CAMILLE: No, Kryten.
KRYTEN: Now you've got to listen to me. Do you have any idea what you've got to look forward to if you stay here?
CAMILLE: You're saying this only to make me go.
KRYTEN: We both know you belong to Hector -- you're part of his work; you're what keeps him going. If you're not on that craft when it leaves the hangar, you'll regret it -- maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow -- but soon, for the rest of your life.
CAMILLE: What about us?
KRYTEN: We'll always have Parrot's.
CAMILLE: Oh, Kryten.
KRYTEN: I'm no good at being noble, kid, but it's pretty obvious the problems of two blobs and a droid don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy cosmos.

[Scoutmaster]

On behalf of those of us who've seen Casablanca more than 90 times, I lodge a protest. The Brattle Theatre in Cambridge, Mass. used to show it regularly. Nothing like watching in on the big screen (over and over and over again).

I have a replica of The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of in my home office. Sort of have a thing for Bogie.

[steve8714]

“droid meets blob, droid gets blob...”