Sarkoff´s Amateur Hammond Organ Night was not a cult success.
Blake.. I don´t know how to say this... We´re going to have to break it off. I´m sorry....but he´s got a lazeron. It all happened so fast... I´m sure you understand...
Sarkoff: "...and when I snap my fingers you will have no memory of this conversation, but every time you hear the words ´Down and Safe´ you will not be able to stop yourself from evacuating your bowels..."
Blake : Avon, I dont care if Pino is you robot friend, get back up here and sort Orac out NOW
Blake: So you´re telling me it´s terminal...
Sarkoff: Yes. It looks like Zen´s been infected by Avon meddling syndrome.
Now, this a video editing device. I might be able to erase Avon from most of the scenes, but unfortunately you´re going to do a lot of talking to yourself......
Okay, I´ll GIVE you my collection of Rolling Stones eight tracks if you just tell Earth that I REALLY REALLY wanted to come back....and got killed on the way.
" See even superhero´s need to scratch themselves there occassionally! "
Sarkoff distracted the crew with a cheerful tune, all the while levitating a small shovel towards Blake´s head.
During an unexpected visit, Blake tries to retain his dignity while hoping Sarkoff won´t spot Avon´s boxers lying under the desk.
While Sarkoff rabbitted on about 20th century wallpaper, Blake concentrated on holding back a massive and undiplomatic ripper.
Blake, ´Hippy Hippy Shake´ is the only thing I know how to play.
But you said it´d be a disco!!
Karaoke Night was only going downhill, until the keyboardist finally refused to keep playing the "Macarena" for Blake.
While Sarkoff recounted his days at boarding school with Avon, Blake tried to "control his excitement"... ;)
Blake: "Ewww... look at what´s coming out NOW... remind me never to give Gan another vindaloo..."
Sarkoff: "What are we going to do? The jumbo toilet roll´s nearly all used up..."
We sell spoons not Glasses, sorry Blake.
Pardon me, but could you find some place other than my desk to relieve yourself.
After the assistant had painstakingly wrapped up the present, Blake realised with horror he´d left his money on the Liberator.
To improve his odds in the next round of the Galactic billiards match Blake tried to bribe the referee to tamper with Avon´s cue
B: Well, Doctor? What can you do about my... um... problem?
D: I have a suppository for you right here.
Sarkoff: I can´t believe you did that. What sort of vandal would eat the last known example of a 20th century doughnut.
Blake: One with a cast iron stomach?
Blake, you know you´re not the only one who´s ever had this problem. I´ve had that unfresh feeling too.
Blake was sure his drink had been spiked, one minute he was sitting on the flight deck couch laughing with the others - the next in a psychedelic basement with Liberace...
Blake was regretting agreeing to Galactic Can´t Cook Won´t Cook, complete with an android version of that one that looks like a dwarf.
Blake was amazed Tony Hart looked so different in real life, in fact he looked like Nicholas Parsons. Whatever - at least while he was here he could get him to knock up a few neutron blasters and teleport bracelets.
Blake: It´s terrible! Despite my diet, I... I... I ate a CHOCOLATE CAKE!!
Sarkoff: "Well, it´s a biggie! Got any roach material?"