RIMMER: Self-loathing? I don’t loathe myself. What is there one could possibly loathe about me?
KRYTEN: Would you like the list, sir?
RIMMER: What list?
KRYTEN: Well. There’s the fact that you were despised by your parents for failing to achieve their standards; the fact that your three brothers were all such high flyers in the Space Corps and you ended up servicing chicken soup machines; there’s your inability to form long term relationships with anyone; your cowardliness; your lack of charm, honour, or grace; and the awful knowledge that throughout your entire life no one has truly liked you because you are so fundamentally unlikeable.
RIMMER: Oh, that!
KRYTEN: Please don’t interrupt, sir. I’m only halfway through my list. Now where was I? Oh yes–