Red Dwarf

Rimmer from future:
No, look, I’m you from the future. I’ve come to warn you in three million years you’ll be dead.
Rimmer from past:
[sarcastically] Will I really!?!
Rimmer from future:
Yes, unless you do something about it now.
Rimmer from past:
What do you suggest? Give up white bread, more roughage?

Cat:
Forget red - let’s go all the way up to brown alert!
Kryten:
There’s no such thing as a brown alert sir.
Cat:
You won’t be saying that in a minute!

Cat:
[interrupting conversation between Lister and Rimmer] What’s for dinner?
Dave Lister:
Rimmer’s dad just died...
Cat:
I would prefer chicken.

Arnold Rimmer:
[as pacifist during Polymoprh attack] The time for talking is over. Now call it extreme if you like, but I propose we hit it hard, and we hit it fast, with a major, and I mean major, leaflet campaign.