All language subtitles for Buck Rogers in the 25th Century S02E10 - Shgoratchx!

Admiral, I am ready to leave
on patrol. Good morning, Hawk.

We've picked up
something very interesting.

Looks like a derelict ship
immobilized in Sector 5. We're closing now.

She's coming into view, sir.

Looks like a refugee from
the interstellar junkyard.

I've sent Crichton down to see
if Buck wants to check it out.

I'd like for you to
postpone your patrol and join him.

I shall prepare the shuttle.

We're all going to wait.

Captain Rogers, do it
gently, do you understand?

William Crichton's been
on his feet for almost two

days before he went to bed
less than two hours ago.

Oh, very well, Doctor.

What an irritation it must be
to you humans to be required to

spend one-third of your
lifespan in a comatose condition.

It predicates a hopelessly
inadequate basic design.

Yes, yes, yes, thank you very much,
dear boy. We've been over all this before,

haven't we? Do go and wake the
captain, will you? That's a good fellow.

You are good fellow, Doctor, not I.

Heavens above, I think he made a joke.

Oh dear, how depressing.

Now hear this.

Your presence is
requested on the hangar deck.

Let us put a stop to this gold-bricking.

Gold-bricking?

A quaint expression from the
century which spawned you, Captain.

A perfectly dreadful
century, I might add, highlighted

by wars, women's lib, and the Holocaust.

Maybe I'll wait and have
any sleep for three days.

It was you, Captain, who asked to be
alerted if anything untoward happened.

I cannot be responsible for your
physical or emotional state, Captain.

Your presence is
awaited in the launch bay.

One of these days.

What's going on, huh?

A derelict vessel in the shipping lanes?

Put the possibility of life forms aboard.

What's he doing here?

Crichton is here, as usual, to
fill the gaps of human ignorance.

Creighton, one of these
days you're going to say the

wrong thing at the wrong
time to the right person.

They're going to turn your
knob. You know what I mean? Knob?

Knob?

I have no knobs.

Well, you get into the ship right now,

or I'll show you who have knobs
in the most unexpected places.

Move.

Oh, very well, Captain.

¶¶

The Admiral was right. It's the
worst pile of junk I've ever seen.

It is hard to believe it is
held together in such a state.

No marking or insignia of any kind
to indicate where it's from, either.

In the year 1987, NASA launched the
last of America's deep space probes.

Aboard this compact starship, a lone
astronaut, Captain William Buck Rogers,

was to experience cosmic
forces beyond all comprehension.

In a freak mishap, his
life support systems were

frozen by temperatures beyond imagination.

Ranger 3 was blown out
of its planned trajectory

into an orbit 1,000 times more vast,

an orbit which was to return Buck
Rogers to Earth 500 years later.

Incredible.

If there is life in here, I'm
not sure I want to meet it.

Not if it's as old as
this ship seems to be.

It is very quiet.

Surely you're aware that
quiet is a relative concept.

Well, then be quiet. Do your job
and scan for life forms, Crichton.

There are life forms of an
inferior species aboard.

How inferior. Warm-blooded, like humans.

Well, that's funny,
Crichton, really funny.

You mind finding them for us?

Unnecessary. The
lifeforms have already found us.

Check for SS.

If the language resembled any
reasonable tongue known in this galaxy,

I would oblige. Unfortunately, it doesn't.

Crichton, establish some
kind of communication.

It is unnecessary to establish
communication. They are already established.

We only speak Sidonian when irritated.

Oh, well, that's good to know.

My name is Captain Buck
Rogers. This is Hawk.

We're from the Earthship Searcher.

And we're from Cydonia. I am General
Exus. I am General Solman. I am General Umac.

I'm General Soso. I'm General
Cousin. I am General Totop.

And who are you?

I am Private Zet.

Six chiefs and one Indian.

What is Indian? Um...

You're private here.

Exactly. We give orders, he takes orders.

Is that not confusing?

It's not confusing. He never obeys.

If he does not obey, what good
does it do giving him orders?

What good is it to be a general if you
don't have someone to give orders to?

Are you ready to give up?

We wish to know why you
attacked us. We want reasons.

We didn't attack you.

We thought you were a derelict.
You were adrift in a shipping lane.

You could cause an accident.

Boarding without permission
is an attack to Sidonians.

You're indeed fortunate that
our weapons didn't function.

How did that happen?

We don't know.

They functioned perfectly when the
Sarlans came aboard to pirate our cargo.

That was a long time
ago. A very long time.

Before our energy cells imploded.

That is why you are drifting.

Yes, but someday we'll repair the damages.

After all, we've only been
adrift for about 200 years.

Or more. Doesn't matter.

What matters is we
complete our mission. Yes,

indeed. Complete the
mission. Finish the job.

Serve the queen. Do or
die. Raise the flag.

What exactly is your mission?

We are under orders to
proceed to the distant site

of star Sitoff 43 and
dispose of our cargo.

If it's of any importance,
Sitoff 43 is a bomb disposal star.

Wonderful.

I'm almost afraid to ask
you what your cargo is.

Don't be afraid. They
aren't. Our cargo is solar bombs.

Solar bombs.

How many?

Only 1,000.

That's enough to radioactivate this
entire area for over 50 million years.

General.

Where are they?

All over.

Some are here, safe and somewhat sound.

Somewhat sound? Great, check them out.

Extremely unstable,
exceptionally volatile.

The deterioration rate is accelerating.

Of course.

Our stabilizing system
destabilized when we lost our energy.

Yes, well, we'll set up a magnet
beam and take you on to Siddharth 43.

In the meantime, I'm sure
that our commander would

be more than happy to
welcome you aboard our ship.

Good. We accept. Yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

I have never quite
seen anything like them.

I used to hang out with a very
pretty lady named Snow White.

What a ship! What a stupendous ship!

What a magnificent ship! What
a stupendous magnificent ship!

This is unbelievable. It's incredible.
Take notes on the ship, Private. Yes, sir.

I must go on patrol. I leave our
charming guests entirely in your hands.

Thanks a lot.

I'm hungry. Yes, hungry.
Famished. Very famished.

Revenous. Starving. Food. Yes, yes, yes.

Crichton, would you go set up the relay
coordinates for the magnetic tow, please?

As you wish.

Come along, gentlemen.
I'll see what I can do.

Yes, yes, yes!

Engagement complete and locked.

Our forward velocity must not
exceed three-quarters speed.

Well, why not? If we go to plasma drive,
we'll make it to sit-off 43 a lot sooner.

The destabilizing solar bombs aboard
the Zeardonian vessel cannot withstand

the increase in kinetic energy which
accompanies transfer to plasma drive.

He means it's risky.

Yes, yes, that's quite right, Tricky.

He does need a bit of
translating now and again, doesn't he?

Most impressive.

Lots of pretty lights.

Only we had them, Richard.

Well done. Good fellow. Admiral, may I
present General Lickseys and his crew.

We're not crew. He's crew.
I'm the crew. We're generals!

Yeah, well, at any rate, I'm
gonna try and get some sleep.

Excuse me, I'll see
you later. Look at this!

Yes, look! Gentlemen, gentlemen,
what a pleasure, what a surprise.

We've got lots to talk about
and the night is just over.

Well, what can I do for you, gentlemen?

What are you?

Uh, well, I'm Colonel
Wilma Dearing. No, not rank.

What are you?

I think what they're trying to find out
is, my dear, what kind of animal you are.

I'm a woman, that's what.

Woman?

What is woman?

What you're looking at, a female.

She's no female. Couldn't
be. Look, she's got bums.

Yes, bums. Pretty bums.

Well, you'll have to excuse me.
I'll arrange for your quarters.

Hey, look, an audio
sensitizer, energy control.

I heard of these once.

Don't touch that control! This control?

Help!

Help!

Emergency! Emergency! All hands to
quarters! All hands to quarters!

Oh, my. Crichton's hurt.
Somebody help him, please.

The logarithmic function
of a parametric equation

is inversely proportional
to the... the 10th power.

What happened? One of the generals
began playing with the controls.

What happened here? He hurt his head.

He's dented.

And everywhere that Mary told the
lamb was, lamb was. You guys. Lamb was.

Take him down to Dr.
Goodfellow's lab. Lamb was Mary Glow.

Mary Glow.

Mary Glow.

What is a lamb? What's a merry?

Who's glow?

How about it, Doctor?
Is the damage reparable?

Looks quite serious, I'm afraid.

It appears that the
impact of the fall is greater

than the depression in
the positronic cortex.

Will he be all right?

Oh, Treaky, I don't
know, but I'll do my best.

You can fix him.

I know you can. Dear me, there's a
dent in the cortex, as I feared.

It's quite a massive trauma.

I'll have to remove the
brain for further examination.

Take out his brain? That's terrible.
Now, Tricky, let's not jump to conclusions.

The positronic brains of...

Pretty durable apparatus.

Yours has been functioning
very well for a very long time.

Yes, but nobody ever put a dent
in my cortex. There, there, there.

Now then, I tell you what I'll do.

I'll run an analysis and have
a prognosis in a few minutes.

Attention all personnel. The
Zerdonian visitors have disappeared from

the control room. Please
advise. What do you mean disappeared?

We were monitoring the magnetic grid and
just took our eyes off them for a minute.

We turned around and they were gone.

Well, they couldn't have left
the ship. They must be somewhere.

The only place where visual scanners are
non-functional is the magnetic power plant.

Wonderful!

Magnificent!

Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

I hope all of you are
absorbing what you see.

This equipment is far superior to ours.

No wonder. Ours is 2,000 years old.

Yes, yes.

And if we bring back samples
of this transferal system,

we'll be decorated as heroes.

Take notes, Private Zep.

You bet.

I think their energizing
patterns are behind this panel.

Yes, let's see. Oh, look at
that. That's interesting. Don't!

What the devil's going on here?

Emergency power synthesizers.

All stations report damage.

What are you trying to
do, kill yourselves?

How can we be killed by
something as harmless as that?

Harmless? You could have gotten us
all killed. Not us. That's right.

We are naturally... Grounded, aren't you?

Grounded?

You mean electricity doesn't hurt you?

Now hear this. Power failure. Collision
imminent. I repeat, collision imminent.

All crew to station, secure for impact.

I've got to get to the bridge. Good luck.

Enough! What a mess. Can we help,
Captain Rogers? No, you can't help.

We've been helpful enough.

Buck, whatever happened down there
shorted out the tractor beam controls.

They're locked, and the
power flow's increasing.

I'm going to have Dr. Goodfellow join
you. Perhaps he can help repair the damage.

Admiral, that tractor beam is pulling the
Zordonian ship right into our aft section.

How long until impact?

Less than seven minutes.

Activate deflector
shields. Go to plasma drive.

Admiral, the solar bombs will explode.

I don't think that'll make
much difference, Colonel.

Looks like electronic spaghetti to me.

Strange beings. They get
upset over nothing. Yes, strange.

They take the long way around every
problem, don't they? Reminds me of generals.

Present company accepted, of course.

Must take it upon myself to
redesign these systems one of these days.

They're almost impo... Oh, good heavens!

I found the little culprit. Look,
look, look. You found it? Yes, indeed.

The transducer was
melted, melted clean away.

See? Look at that. Look
at that. Can you see it?

Yeah, well, I see it, Doctor. The
problem is that in about two minutes,

we're going to collide with a ship
loaded with unstable solar bombs.

What can we do about it?

Oh, dear, I don't quite know. I mean,

we need jumper cables or
splices or something like that.

I'm afraid there isn't time.

You guys were all volunteering to help
a little while ago, weren't you? Yes,

let us help. We're good helpers.

We're excellent helpers. We like to help.

Doctor, I think I may
have found our jumper.

It's not quite a cable,
perhaps, but... All right.

Which one of you wants to volunteer?
Generals don't act as jumper cables.

Private Zett, step forward and
volunteer. Yes, do your duty. Yes, sir.

Thank you for volunteering,
Private. Step right this way.

Grab a hold of those two wires.

I was getting around to it, Captain.

So get.

Right away, Buck.

We made it.

Lieutenant Martin,
reduce speed to warp three.

Re-establish magnetic stabilizers.

Yes, sir.

Tweaky, why don't we
see how Crichton's doing?

Oh, yes, please.

It's funny.

Now's the first time
Crichton ever needed us.

Am I through yet?

Not until that cable's placed.

Wilson, just in time.

Did you bring everything?
Yes, sir, Captain Rogers.

As soon as you're all free, Private
Zett, I'd love to talk to you if I may.

I have so many
questions I'd like to ask you.

I think I'll spark to that,
Doctor. That's a pun! Very good pun!

An excellent pun.

I think we may create some truly
electrifying moments together.

Dr. Goodfellow, weren't you working on
Crichton's brain before all this happened?

Oh, good heavens, of course I was. How
could I possibly have forgotten? Dear me,

I must get back immediately.
You forgive me, of course.

Doctor?

I'm not sure on anything to
be done, but I'll do my best.

Come on, Tweaky. We're not giving up hope.

I'll look in on you later, okay?

Thank you.

Wilma.

Gentlemen, please. Please, please, please.

Wilma, I've just spoken with the
Admiral, and he says that from now on,

the Zerdonians are to be
your personal responsibility.

He asks that you try to
keep them out of trouble.

Me? Has it occurred to
our admiral that their

interest in me is
slightly more than casual?

Yes, well, I wouldn't know about that.

In any case, I intend to get
some sleep if it kills me.

And the Zidonians are all yours.

Thanks.

Gentlemen, I would ask
you please to consider

yourselves guests
aboard this ship, not crew.

Don't touch anything.

Guests do as they please.

What a great idea. We're all yours.

Show us the rest of the ship. What's
for dinner? Yeah, what's for dinner?

Just go straight ahead, Charlie.

Hey, look at this!

Wow!

Please, from here on, I'd like you to
read, relax, Do whatever it is you do,

but here you must stay
until this ship returns

to some sort of normal
business routine, all right?

Okay, thank you.

Does that tell you how
to fix Crichton? Yeah.

Afraid not, Tweaky.

Unfortunately, for all
his advantages, you know,

the positronic brain has one fault, one
something really serious happens to it.

No way we know of repairing it.

Will Crichton be consigned to
the compactor for recycling?

No.

We'll simply install a new
brain when we reach the base.

But it won't be Crichton.

No, Twiggy.

It won't be Crichton.

I'm sorry I was cross with you, son. Dr.
Goodfellow did let me help to make you.

What do we do now then? I'm bored.
So am I. Let's find something to do.

And something to eat.
Yeah, something to eat.

Well, let's get on board.

Come on.

Humans are very gullible.

Everybody, think about the lock.

Whatever, it worked
out. It has to do with day

one. Private Sack,
lead the way. Of course.

After you, General.

This is Colonel Deering entering
asteroid belt A64. Secure station.

Flak to shields engaged. Out.

Private Zid, what are
you doing in my bunk?

Trying to get some sleep.

Everybody on this ship is
always running around in a dither.

Doesn't anybody ever sleep?

My friend, I have been trying
to get some sleep since long

before you and your
peripatetic generals got here.

I haven't closed my eyes in over 50 hours.

What is it with you guys anyway?

You're worse than the four
horsemen of the apocalypse.

Can't you stay out of trouble
for more than five minutes?

I can. Generals can. It's in the
nature of generals to create havoc.

Say that again.

It's in the nature of generals to... All
right, all right, all right, all right.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I thought that Colonel
Dearing had locked all

you guys up in the lounge for
safekeeping. How'd you get out?

We walked.

You did what?

We walked.

What do you mean you
walked? You couldn't have.

It's impossible. It's an electronic lock.

It's foolproof.

Foolproof?

Nothing is foolproof to
Zidonians. We think things

as we want them to be, and they happen.

I don't understand.

We all think locks and
lids and belts and catches.

We all think even
better than we all think.

Are you telling me that all you have to
do is think about something and it happens?

You mean humans can't do
these elementary things?

No, we can't. You see, we
don't consider unlocking

a door by thinking about it elementary.

It's easy if you know how.

I'll think.

See?

It's a nice trick.

Battle stations, battle stations.

Battle stations. Keep your shirt on.

My shirt is on.

Stay put, all right?

I'll put on some clothes, and then
we'll see what's going on, all right?

Whatever you say, Captain.

Why is it I have a feeling I'd be better
off if they'd all been asleep in my bunk?

What's the meaning of this?

I gave no orders for firing. Now
who's responsible? I don't know, Admiral.

Someone is manually controlling the
lasers from the main weapons bay.

I guarantee we all
know who that someone is.

How did they get out of that
lounge? I'll do whatever I can, Admiral.

Sorry, I really did lock him up.

I know, I know. I'll
tell you about it later.

Good shooting.

I got one, too.

I got another one. Magnificent
shooting. Better than that. Perfect.

I'm gonna go recover. Well, that was fun.

It ceases insanity at once. At once.

The defense shield is down.

It's too late. Hold on.

Are all of you crazy?

Of course not. We were just having fun.

Don't you people know better
than to play with these weapons?

You realize those lasers are
effective at over 40,000 grids?

What if you'd had a
ricochet off one of the asteroids

and it hit your own ship?
We never had a ricochet.

On Cydonia, we used to
practice like this all the time.

Emergency! Captain
Rogers, to the bridge, please.

Try and do something with him.

Thanks a lot.

Even if you have to tie them up.

Tie us up? Why would you want to
tie us up? We were only having fun.

The bunch of you are
acting like little children.

How old are you anyway?

Oh, very old.

Very, very old. A thousand years. A more.

More than a thousand years old? At least.

Well, do you have children?
Oh, yeah. We do. Sometimes.

In a way. Well, then, you have wives
waiting for you at home. What's a wife?

A female.

A woman like me.

No, no wives.

No females like you.

Uh, but you said you had children. How?

We attend the queen when she calls.

If we're here, she hasn't
called. In a long time. She will.

Oh, yes, she will.

Well, then your queen bears
your children. No, she lays eggs.

Eggs? Many eggs. Seven
eggs. Us, in a shell.

In a shell? In a shell.

But how do you...

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm not going to get
into that one. I'm going to the bridge,

and I certainly hope the lot
of you will behave yourselves.

How did you do that? What are you doing?

We must settle our question.

Settle?

About a woman?

Yes, what is a woman?

Well, now, just a minute.
You claim to be a female.

That's an impossibility. No
female looks like you. Correction,

no female looks as good as you.

Certainly not our
queen. She hasn't got buns.

We must examine you.

Examine? Uh-huh. Now, wait a
minute. What are you talking about?

Begin the off thing.

Off thing? Off thing.

Off thing.

Off thing.

Gentlemen. Now, now, wait a minute, wait
a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

We must examine. For science?

No, no, not on your life.

It's all right. The
joint you make is a doctor.

There it is. The impact threw both the
main and backup gyros out of equilibrium.

And now we're heading straight
for the seventh sun of Kaifutak.

It's hard to believe that such a small
asteroid hit could cause so much damage.

We can't reverse power or direction?

Yeah, we tried
overpowering the gyros hydraulically

and shorted out the entire control system,

including the leads to the power plant.

Meaning we have no internal
communications, huh? That's the picture.

Not very pretty, is it?
No, it isn't. I'm gonna

round up Wilma and go find Dr. Goodfellow.

I don't know what he can do, but he
seems to be our last and best hope.

Stop it.

What is going on in here?

They're madmen. Absolutely insane.
A lot of help you were, Captain.

You could have made it a little sooner.

All right, all of you, in a
group, together, behind me.

I don't want you any more than a
step behind me. You understand?

We'd be delighted,
Captain Rogers. We like you.

Almost as much as we like Colonel Deary.

No problem, dear boy, if we had time,

but unfortunately to reach
the affected areas would

be necessary to tear down
the entire control panel.

That would take, I would
say, at least four hours.

Which we don't have
since we're due to impact

the seventh son of
Kaifutak in less than two.

Does anybody know what's going on
around here? It doesn't make any sense.

It must make sense. Just not good sense.

There's got to be another
way to fix those leads.

That type of repair
capability was built into Crichton's

construction for just such an emergency.

But with a poor fellow being ought to
come by, I'm afraid we're as good as lost.

I can make Crichton function.

What did you say? I beg your pardon?

I can make him work.

I have a positronic brain, too. Oh, I
know it's not as good as Crichton's.

He keeps telling me
that, but it might work.

What are you suggesting, Tweety?

Well, Dr. Goodfellow could take my
brain and put it in Crichton's body.

Then I could make his extensors
work, and the ship could be fixed.

Bless my soul, what an extraordinary idea.

How very brave of you,
Tweaky, to suggest it.

I am a robot, and by the
first law of robotics,

a robot may not permit a human being
to come to harm if he can prevent it.

You are all in danger. I must help.

Forgive me, Tweaky,
forgive me saying this,

but Crichton's rather a more
sophisticated robot than you.

His more complex
circuits might very well do

irreparable damage to your little brain.

Then there'd be no more Tweaky.

The alternative is no
more you, no more any of us.

There's not much time left,
Doctor. We gotta get started.

Buck, what do you say?

Well, Doc, I'm afraid that Tweaky's
come up with the only possible solution.

Well, my friend...

Crichton may be more sophisticated
than you are, but when it comes to guts,

you've got to beat hands down.

Says you, I'm quaking in my boots.

Come on, Doc.

Are you ready, Twinkie? I'm ready.

You'll be all right,
Twinkie. I know you will.

You'll be back with us in no time.

Hang in there, big fella.

We're all rooting for you.

I am robotic unit.

T-W-K-E-4.

Well, he's working.

I am governed by Dr. Isaac
Asimov's three immutable robotic laws.

One, a robot may not
injure a human being or through

inaction allow a human
being to come to harm.

Two, a robot must obey the
orders given to it by human beings

except where such orders would
conflict with the first law.

Three, a robot must protect its
own existence as long as such

protection does not conflict
with the first or second law.

Oh, that's wonderful. Do you
know what you've just heard?

Those are the first words spoken by
all articulate robots following the

moment when the positronic brain is
introduced to the servile mechanism.

Oh, T-E-W-K-E-4.

Can you hear me?

We have a problem.

I am here to solve problems.

Command me.

Good.

Oh, Buck, listen to me. The
longer Tricky's brain is subjected

to the strain of
Crichton's superior circuits,

the greater the risk that it
will incur permanent damage.

Was there something we can do?

Well, you see, I had so
little time, I'm afraid,

I had to cut some of the leads
to Twiggy's positronic cortex.

Well, how can we help?

You see, if you and Buck could
isolate those leads, do you follow me?

And extend them to the same
length as the uncut leads...

Save a great deal of time
when I replace the brain.

In fact, it could make all the difference.

Consider it done, Doctor. We'll have
those leads ready by the time you get back.

Right.

Listen, it's a matter of electro-timing,
old boy, with our lives at stake here.

I understand the
problem. I will eliminate it.

Well, you'd better hurry. We
can't take much more of this heat.

I shall begin at the
main juncture of the gyro.

It is done.

Will somebody please try
the controls? We did it.

We're swinging back to course.

I am pleased to have been able to help.

Attention, all hands.

Impact with Kyphotec's seventh son has
been avoided. All systems are functioning.

Emergency standby
personnel may stand down.

Thank you, Crichton.

I am not Crichton. I
am robotic unit TWKE4.

Crichton no longer functions.

I know.

If I understand the problem here,
you wish Crichton to function again?

Well, of course we do, of course. But
it's impossible. His brain's damaged.

Nothing is impossible. Not for Cydonia.
Come on, let's go see what we can do.

I wouldn't trust them, not one centimeter.

Do come along, TWKE4. We're going
to see if we can help Crichton.

Ah, there. Thank goodness.
He's back home, so to speak.

In no further danger.

I tell you what we'll do.
We'll feed him energy very slowly.

Then we wait a few
minutes, and then we shall see.

It's time to onthink the dented one.

Onthink. Yes, onthink.

Onthink, what on earth are
you people talking about?

I think I know what they're talking about.

You said you could fix
anything just by thinking about it,

the way you unlocked the doors and
the way you examined Colonel Deering.

Yes, that was all think. But we can
all think even better than we all think.

But we must know the original
shape and function of the brain.

We all know the original shape, but how
it functions, well... Dr. Goodfellow?

Well, I don't know. I
suppose I know as much as anybody,

but it's composition and its
synaptic and electromagnetic impulses.

Time to onthink.

Think about the brain.
Think about the brain.

Think about the brain.

Think about the brain.

Think about the brain. I am thinking.

Think harder. Push. Ponder. Concentrate.

Concentrate. Think about the brain.

Think about the brain.

Think about the brain. Think about
the brain. Think about the brain.

Think about the brain.
Think about the brain.

Think about the brain.
Think about the brain.

Look, something is happening.

They did it, all of them, they
did it. Now, I tell you what,

to return Crichton's
brain to its original cranial

cavity and see if both
the brains function.

That's all right.

Let's hope for the best, shall we say.

Oh, please.

Let it be our old Tweaky.

I say, are you there, Tweaky?

Tweaky, are you there?

No response at all.

It's time to on-think.

Yes, it is!

On-think! On-think! On-think! On-think!

On-think! Look!

Twiki, I say, Twiki, dear
fellow, can you hear me?

Oh, I hope I never have to go
through anything like this again.

It's a drag.

It's him. Welcome back, Twiki.

I knew you'd pull through, big guy.

It's good to feel like my old
self again. What about Crichton?

Yes, what about him?

Yes, what about him?

Now then, Crichton, speak
up, old boy, if you can.

Why is everybody staring
in this insane fashion?

Surely you must have
something better to do.

We should have left him with the dent.

You know, we're arriving at Citadel
43, you know, the repair station.

Everyone's waiting for you on the bridge.

I was just curious.

You ever heard of
curiosity killing the cat?

What's a cat?

You'll be leaving in a few
moments via the airlock.

Sit-off has you on tractor beam.

They'll activate as soon
as you're aboard your ship.

I must say, it's been
interesting having you with us.

Interesting is hardly the word.

You've missed an experience.

So I have been hearing.

No, no, no, no, no.
You've all missed the point.

Don't you understand what's happened?

We've all been part of a
miracle, a whole series of miracles.

We've been reminded of
something very important in life,

that anything you believe possible,
anything you think possible, is possible.

Oh, I know there have been
misadventures, but look at what we've gained.

Something has been brought
back into this old heart

of mine that I thought
it had lost forever.

Do you know what that is?

The magic of believing. And I,
for one, want to show my gratitude.

We like you, too.

Yes, indeed. Very much.

Very much a muchness. You
have also given us something.

What is that?

When we return to our planet,
we'll be welcomed as heroes.

The queen will make us knights.

Why would she do that?
Because we saved your lives.

Funny, I would have sworn Tweaky
had something to do with that.

I do believe I had
something to do with the process.

Well, let's say it was a brilliant
communal effort, shall we? I think, in any case,

it's splendid that you're
all going to be made knights.

I should also ask Her Majesty, Your
Queen, to commission you a new ship.

What's wrong with the old one?

I don't know. I haven't been on it,

but Captain Rogers tells me
it's a real dog of a ship.

It'd be a shame to send a knight out on a
dog like that, wouldn't it? Another pun!

A glorious pun! A
super-splay-diferious pun! A pun-de-and-all pun!