"Don't worry. I've been in show business for years; I know how to handle bastards."—Zaphod Beeblebrox
"Don't worry. I've been in show business for years; I know how to handle bastards."—Zaphod Beeblebrox
Zaphod: Can it Trillian, I'm trying to die with dignity.
Marvin: I'm just trying to die.
"How can I tell," said the man, "that the past isn't a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?"
As they drifted up, their minds sang with the ecstatic knowledge that either what they were doing was completely and utterly and totally impossible or that physics had a lot of catching up to do.
"Mr. Beeblebrox, sir," said the insect in awed wonder, "you're so weird you should be in movies."
"Yeah," said Zaphod patting the thing on a glittering pink wing, "and you, baby, should be in real life."
"I do not hate myself. In many ways, I am not altogether too bed." – Constant Mown
There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ... Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
"Voon," the mattress wurfed at last, "and was it a magnificent occasion?"
"Reasonably magnificent. The entire thousand-mile-long bridge spontaneously folded up its glittering spans and sank weeping into the mire, taking everybody with it."
"You go ahead and kill yourself, don't worry about me." – Trillian
There was a terrible ghastly silence.
There was a terrible ghastly noise.
There was a terrible ghastly silence.