- The Cat: Hey. I wanna settle down. And as soon as I find the right small group of girls; the seven or eight women that are right for me, my wandering days are over, buddy.
- Rimmer: You're disgusting! You're only after me for one thing!
- Arlene Rimmer: Why? How many have you got?
- Lister: I don't know why I'm going through with this. It's just not possible.
- Rimmer: Why isn't it possible, Listy? Male baboons have been giving birth. They were doing it as far back as the 20th century. Caesarian, naturally.
- [imitates a baby been born through caesarian]
- Rimmer: Still, Listy. You'll be in good hands. The Skutters will look after you.
- Lister: Skutters? I wouldn't let them open a can of beans.
- The Cat: You're thinking negative. Think of all the glorious and wonderful possibilities about having children.
- Lister: Like?
- The Cat: Like when they grow up and leave home.
- Rimmer: What color is it supposed to turn?
- Lister: Blue for not pregnant, which is the color it's gonna turn.
- Rimmer: And red for pregnant?
- Lister: Yeah.
- Rimmer: Come on, you reds.
- Rimmer: [Looking at the pregnancy testing kit] It's changing colour!
- Lister: What colour?
- Rimmer: It is! It's changing colour!
- Lister: *What* colour?
- Rimmer: I's blue for not pregnant, right?
- Lister: Yes
- Rimmer: Good news Listy, excellent news!
- Lister: Oh, thank god!
- Rimmer: I'm going to be an uncle!
- [Cut to end credits]