Rimmer
[explaining a lateral thinking question.] 'It's 1971, a Swedish man crashes into a tree, what causes the accident?' There's nothing medical, nothing wrong with the car.
[deadpan.] Riiiight, so, um, this Swedish guy drives into a tree, what caused the accident.... Answer's in the back, right?
Rimmer
Right.
[milking it.] Well... That's a really hard one, that. I mean, probably gotta be pretty damn smart to get a question like that right. You know what, I'm gonna go for a moose.
Rimmer
A moose?! [scoffs.]
Yeah, it was in the road, he swerved to avoid the moose.
Rimmer
[checking.] Are you insane? That's never gonna be - it's a moose.
[wandering out.] Sometimes life is good.
Ah, sir, you asked me to remind you, it's ten minutes til your exam-
Rimmer
Kryten, lateral thinking question, just got it myself. It's 1971, a Swedish man drives into a tree, what causes the accident?
Well, it's a moose, sir, he swerves and hits a tree.
Rimmer
Is it me? How did you get that?
RRimmmer
I've got something for you. A lateral thinking question.
Rimmer
Ahhh, I knew I could rely on you. What caused this accident?
Rimmer
No, no. It's a question, alright? Are you ready? It's 1971, a man-
Rimmer
... Yes?
A moose! [Rimmer sags in resignation.] It was a moose! He swerved to avoid it, and hit a tree! Oh, and the moose is on the road, by the way - not in the car driving. Oww! Yea-ah! [dances out of the room.] Oww! Yea-ah!
Look, so some stupid people did some stupid things in your name. It's not your fault. You make a lot of people happy. I mean, look at me: I presumed that throughout history, all famous people were amazing. And then I met you! And I realised they're not. In fact you're a bit of a knob. Just like me. Which means that I'm okay.
Yeah, I don't wanna be me. I don't wanna walk down the street and have people say 'ooh, look there's the Jesus of Caesarea, the guy who caused all the wars!'
Rimmer
Jesus of Caesarea? You mean Jesus of Nazareth.
[incredulous] Jesus of Caesarea? Son of Rachel the Fornicator, Samuel the Chicken Stealer.
Samuel the Chicken Stealer?
He stole them, not me. Take it up with him. I'm always having to leg it because of him.
Rimmer
Erm, is Jesus quite a popular name around here?
Yeah, there's a few of us. There's Jesus, son of John with a funny nose.... Jesus, son of Luke, he wraps plant leaves around the feet of horses, about 70 of us at the last census.
[The Dwarfers look utterly defeated]
Does this mean I'm not the son of God?
[Lister nods]
Rimmer
What’s that smell? Has there been a fire in here?
Just a small one. I put it out with me beer.
Rimmer
For goodness sake, Lister, that’s terrible!
Don’t panic, I’ve got another one.
I'd hardly call yelling "Mummy, mummy," dignified.
Rimmer
Lister, I didn't yell "mummy, mummy".
No you didn't have time, you just yelled "Mu...".
Please sirs, this is very bad for morale. I can't believe you're arguing about who's going to have the best death!
LRLecturer Rimmmer
Arnold, I’m not your father.
Rimmer
But that's impossible. It's not true.
LRLecturer Rimmer
Look inside yourself and you will know I speak the truth. Your father wasn't me... it's Dungo, our gardener.
Rimmer
But he's a babbling imbecile!
A billion-piece jigsaw suddenly falls into beautiful place.