RIMMER: Is something Amish?
LISTER: (Slight quaver in him voice) Amish? God no, what could possibly be amiss?
RIMMER: You don’t think there’s anything Amish? I’m sitting here wearing a red and white checked gingham dress and army boots and you think that’s un-Amish?
CAT: No, of course not. It’s just that we thought you had gone nuts! We were tryin’ to humour you.
RIMMER: I was just doing a little test — a little test to see if you had gone crazy.
He abruptly tenses and lets out a horrible yell.
RIMMER: CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! If there is one thing I can’t stand it’s crazy people.
LISTER: Well we’ve passed the test, Rimmer. You can let us out.
RIMMER: I can’t let you out.
LISTER: Why not?
RIMMER: Because the King of the Potato People won’t let me. I begged him. I got down on my knees and wept. He wants to keep you here. Keep you here for ten years.
CAT: Could we see him?
RIMMER: See who?
CAT: The King.
RIMMER: Do you have a magic carpet?
LISTER: Yeah, a little three-seater.
RIMMER: So, let me get this straight. You want to fly on a magic carpet to see the King of the Potato People and plead with him for your freedom, and you’re telling me you are completely sane?! I think that warrants 2 hours of W.O.O.
LISTER: What’s W.O.O?
CAT: You had to ask.
RIMMER: With ... out ... oxygen. No oxygen for 2 hours. That will teach you to be bread baskets.
He disappears.
LISTER: What do we do?
CAT: I think our only hope’s the Potato King.