Rimmer: This venom — are we safe in here?
Lister: It penetrated the hull of a class D space corps seeding ship. In comparison, we’re a sardine tin.
Rimmer: It’s coming straight for us.
Lister: There’s only three alternatives: it thinks we’re either a threat, food or a mate… It’s either gonna kill us, eat us or hump us. Either we persuade him we’re not that kinda oceanic salvage vessel, or we scarper pronto.
Cat: To get diddled by a giant squid on a first date? Think how I’d feel in the morning!

You’d feel amazing, Cat. And I’d even make you breakfast.