- The Book: In the beginning the universe was created. This made a lot of people angry and has widely been considered as a bad move.
- The Book: It is important to note that suddenly, and against all probability, a sperm whale had been called into existence, several miles above the surface of an alien planet. And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity. This is what it thought, as it fell:
- The Whale: Ahhh! Woooh! What's happening? Who am I? Why am I here? What's my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Okay okay, calm down calm down get a grip now. Ooh, this is an interesting sensation. What is it? Its a sort of tingling in my... well I suppose I better start finding names for things. Lets call it a... tail! Yeah! Tail! And hey, what's this roaring sound, whooshing past what I'm suddenly gonna call my head? Wind! Is that a good name? It'll do. Yeah, this is really exciting. I'm dizzy with anticipation! Or is it the wind? There's an awful lot of that now isn't it? And what's this thing coming toward me very fast? So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like 'Ow', 'Ownge', 'Round', 'Ground'! That's it! Ground! Ha! I wonder if it'll be friends with me? Hello, Ground!
- [Cuts to a distant view as the whale hits the ground and spews up a large mushroom cloud of snow]
- The Book: Curiously, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias, as it fell, was, "Oh no, not again!" Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly *why* the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.
- The Book: What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer.
- Arthur: All my life I've had this strange feeling that there's something big and sinister going on in the world.
- Slartibartfast: No, that's perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the universe gets that.
- Lunkwill: Do you...
- Deep Thought: Have an answer for you? Yes. But you're not going to like it.
- Fook: Please tell us. We must know!
- Deep Thought: Okay. The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is...
- [wild cheers from audience, then silence]
- Deep Thought: 42.
- Dolphins: [singing] So long, and thanks for all the fish / So sad that it should come to this / We tried to warn you all, but, oh, dear / You may not share out intellect / Which might explain your disrespect / For all the natural wonders that grow around you / So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish! The world's about to be destroyed / There's no point getting all annoyed / Lie back and let the planet dissolve around you / Despite those nets of tuna fleets / We thought that most of you were sweet / Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women / So long, so long, so long, so long, so long! So long, so long, so long, so long, so long! So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!/ If I had just one last wish / I would like a tasty fish!/ If we could just change one thing / We would all have learnt to sing!/ Come one and all / Man and mammal / Side by side / In life's great gene pool!/ So long, so long, so long, so long, so long / So long, so long, so long, so long / So long, so long and thanks for all the fish!
- The Book: The Encyclopedia Galactica, in its chapter on Love states that it is far too complicated to define. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of love: Avoid, if at all possible. Unfortunately, Arthur Dent has never read the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
- Arthur Dent: Just wait a sodding minute! You want a question that goes with the answer for 42? Well, how about what's six times seven? Or how many Vogons does it take to change a lightbulb? Here's one! How many roads must a man walk down?
- Lunkwill: Hey, that's not bad!
- Arthur Dent: Fine. Fine, take it. Because my head is filled with questions and I can assure you no answer to any one of them has ever brought me one iota of happiness. Except for one. The one. The only question I've ever wanted an answer to - is she the one? The answer bloody well isn't forty-two, it's yes. Undoubtedly, unequivocally, unabashedly yes. And for one week, one week in my sad little blip of an existence, it made me happy.
- Trillian: That's a good answer...
- Lunkwill: Rubbish, we don't want to be happy, we want to be famous!
- Fook: Yeah! What is all this "is she the one" tripe?
- Lunkwill: Take his brain!
- [last lines]
- Marvin: Not that anyone cares what I say, but the restaurant is at the *other* end of the Universe.
- [first lines]
- The Book: It's an important and popular fact that things are not always what they seem. For instance, on the planet Earth, Man had always assumed that he was the most intelligent species occupying the planet, instead of the *third* most intelligent. The second most intelligent creatures were of course dolphins who, curiously enough, had long known of the impending destruction of the planet earth. They had made many attempts to alert mankind to the danger, but most of their communications were misinterpreted as amusing attempts to punch footballs or whistle for titbits. So they eventually decided they would leave earth by their own means. The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly sophisticated attempt to do a double backward somersault through a hoop while whistling the star-spangled banner, but in fact the message was this: So long and thanks for all the fish.
- Trillian: You idiot! You signed the order to destroy Earth!
- Zaphod: I did?
- Arthur: He did?
- Trillian: Love and kisses Zaphod? You didn't even read it, did you?
- Zaphod: Well, I'm president, I don't have a lot of time for reading.
- Trillian: My whole planet destroyed because you thought someone wanted your autograph!
- Zaphod: Why so edgy, baby doll? Relax.
- Trillian: Why so edgy? You wanna know why I'm edgy?
- [fires Point-Of View gun at Zaphod]
- Zaphod: [from Trillian's view] Of course you're edgy. Your planet's been blown up and you've been tooling round the galaxy with the guy who signed the order. You actually wanted to know the question because you always wondered if there was more to life and now you're crushed because you find out there really isn't.
- Zaphod: [from Zaphod's view] Hey, fantastic. Psychedelic.
- Zaphod: [from Trillian's view] You have no home and no family and now you're stuck with me, another in a long line of men who doesn't really get you.
- Zaphod: [from Zaphod's view] That's not true.
- Zaphod: [from Trillian's view] And you're worried that you might have blown it with the one guy who really does.
- Zaphod: Oh, baby doll. Give me that thing.
- [takes Point-Of-View gun off Trillian and aims it at her]
- Trillian: It won't affect me. I'm already a woman.
- Slartibartfast: Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I think that the chances of finding out what's actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say, "Hang the sense of it," and keep yourself busy. I'd much rather be happy than right any day.
- Arthur Dent: And are you?
- Slartibartfast: Ah, no.
- [laughs, snorts]
- Slartibartfast: Well, that's where it all falls down, of course.
- Arthur Dent: I'm sorry, did you just say you needed my brain?
- Fook: Yes, to complete the program.
- Arthur Dent: Well, you can't have it, I'm using it!
- Fook: Hardly.
- Arthur Dent: Cheeky mouse...
- Trillian: Who are you?
- Arthur: Er, Dent, Arthur Dent.
- Trillian: No, I mean *who* are you?
- Arthur: Oh, the costume. Er, Livingston I presume. Yeah. Not as good as Darwin I know but the best I could manage at short notice.
- Trillian: You're the first person whose gotten that right. Everyone keeps calling me Santa.
- Arthur: Really?
- Trillian: Yeah, and I thought the beagle made it a dead giveaway.
- Arthur: Well, I suppose most of the people who come to these parties are idiots.
- Trillian: What?
- [the record player is bumped, the music stops]
- Arthur: I said all these people are idiots!
- [everyone stares at him]
- Arthur: Oh god...
- The Book: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is a wholly remarkable book. More popular, certainly more successful than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty-Three More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?
- The Book: The best drink in existance is the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which, is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon... wrapped around a large gold brick.
- The Book: A man who no more knows his destiny than a tea leaf knows the history of the East India company.
- The Book: [about the Point of View Gun] The Point of View gun conveniently does precisely what its name suggests. That is if you point it at someone and pull the trigger, they instantly see things from your point of view. It was designed by Deep Thought, but commissioned by a consortium of intergalactic angry housewives, who after countless arguments with their husbands were sick to the teeth of ending those arguments with the phrase "You just don't get it, do you?"
- Slartibartfast: Ever heard of a place, I think it's called Norway? That was one of mine, I got an an award for it.
- Ghostly Image: It is most gratifying that your enthusiasm for our planet continues unabated. As a token of our appreciation, we hope you will enjoy the two thermonuclear missiles we've just sent to converge with your craft. To ensure ongoing quality of service, your death may be monitored for training purposes. Thank you.
- Mr. Prosser: Do you know how much damage this bulldozer would sustain if I just let it roll over you?
- Arthur: How much?
- Mr. Prosser: None at all.
- [to Arthur, shortly after they first meet]
- Trillian: I want to go somewhere I've never been, and I'd like to go with you.
- The Book: [voice-over while Arthur and Ford are being tortured by being read Vogon poetry] Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poetmaster, Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. The absolute worst poetry in the universe was written by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex. Thankfully it was destroyed when the earth was.
- The Book: Space, says the introduction to the guide, is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind bogglingly big it is. And so on.
- Ford: [distracting the men about to demolish Arthur's house] Workers of the earth! I bring... good tidings of peanuts! And beer!
- Ford: [after being thrown into the airlock by a guard] Wash your filthy hands!
- [looks around]
- Ford: Don't panic... don't panic...
- Arthur: So this is it. We're gonna die.
- Ford: Yeah. We're gonna die.
- [pauses]
- Ford: No... no! What's this?
- [goes over to control panel]
- Arthur: What's that?
- Ford: What's this...? What's this...?
- [flips switch]
- Ford: This... is... nothing. Yeah, we're gonna die.
- Slartibartfast: [talking about the Earth] Best laid plans of mice.
- Arthur: And men.
- Slartibartfast: What?
- Arthur: Best laid plans of mice and men.
- Slartibartfast: Oh. No, I don't think men had much to do with it.
- Slartibartfast: You must come with me.
- Arthur Dent: Who are you?
- Slartibartfast: What? No. My name's not important. You must come with me, or you'll be late.
- Arthur Dent: Late for what?
- Slartibartfast: Well, um, what's your name, Earthman?
- Arthur Dent: Dent. Arthur Dent.
- Slartibartfast: Well, late as in *the late* Dentarthurdent. It's a sort of threat. You see?
- Arthur Dent: No.
- Slartibartfast: Your friends are safe, you can trust me.
- Arthur Dent: Trust a man who won't even tell me his name?
- Slartibartfast: Well, um, my name is, um, it's
- [hurriedly]
- Slartibartfast: Slartibartfast.
- Arthur Dent: What?
- Slartibartfast: I *said* it wasn't important.
- Humma Kavula: [confronting Zaphod Beeblebrox for the first time after losing the Galactic Presidential Election to him] The election is ancient history, Zaphod. If memory serves, you won, proving that good looks and charm win over brilliance and the ability to govern. And for the record? You *are* stupid.
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