HeadOfSecurity: On your way back, huh?
RedDwarf: Yeah. No way am I dying here.
HeadOfSecurity: Guess I can't blame you.
HeadOfSecurity: But I better not see that fuckin' face of yours for a long time.
RedDwarf: What, sour you weren't picked, coffin-stuffer?
HeadOfSecurity: No. Frontier needs every chance it's got.
HeadOfSecurity: You waste this, and your ass is grass on arrival. That's a promise.
Captain: It's a good choice, son.
RedDwarf: Just being clear, this isn't about responsibility. It's not about saving the frontier.
Captain: Really?
RedDwarf: None of my gut feels right about leaving my crew.
Captain: ...
RedDwarf: I'm going back because, deep down, I can't stand leaving them behind.
Captain: Hah. You know, I'm disappointed. But I guess I can't say I wouldn't do the same.
Captain:
Captain: Listen, fella. If that's why... Look. Maybe there's something about what you've been saying that's right. Maybe there's something to all that child-morality.
RedDwarf: Too little and too late, you old bastard.
Captain: Maybe. But maybe not.
Captain: Can you do one last favor to an old man, when you get back?
RedDwarf: Maybe. But maybe not. Put it on the table. I'll take it or I'll leave it.
Captain: My crew. My heads of staff.
Captain: Your family and mine collided, and mine shattered.
Captain: The survivors... Let what happened here go. Don't kill them. If you get a chance. Any chance, someday, help them stay together.
Captain: Please.

RedDwarf: Begin to say no before imagining yourself in his place