- Rimmer: Lister was saying you like and admire me, Kryten. Is that true?
- [Kryten freezes, wide-eyed]
- Lister: [uncertainly] Look, he nodded.
- Rimmer: He didn't move!
- Lister: That was a proper nod! A definite seven-degree head tilt! How could you miss that?
- [Rimmer takes another look at Kryten, who is still frozen in shock]
- Lister: He did it again! And again!
- Rimmer: Kryten, do you like me?
- [as Kryten is still frozen, Lister gives him encouraging nods]
- Rimmer: Well, do you?
- [Kryten's head tilts forward. He's close to crashing]
- Lister: There you go. What'd I tell ya?
- Rimmer: [close to tears] You don't need me. I'm not sure you ever did. I don't exist. What's the point of me?
- Lister: [desperately] Rimmer, we're the posse. We're the "Boyz" from the Dwarf. We're like the Four Musketeers. D'Artagnan, Porthos, Athos... and the other one. Rimmer, you're the other one.
- Rimmer: I'm the other one?
- Lister: You do all the stuff that the other one does.
- Rimmer: And what's that, then?
- Lister: Other one stuff!
- Rimmer: Other one stuff? What's other one stuff?
- Lister: All the stuff that the others haven't done that the other one does.
- Rimmer: I'm pointless.
- Lister: No you're not.