Five years ago I had a full head of hair. Stress, that’s what this is.
Oh, come on now, Doris. Do I look like a maniac who goes around killing girls?
My name is H.G. Wells. I came here in a time machine of my own construction. I am pursuing Jack the Ripper, who escaped into the future in my machine.
I foresee two possibilities. One, coming face to face with herself 30 years older would put her into shock and she’d simply pass out. Or two, the encounter could create a time paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space-time continuum, and destroy the entire universe! Granted, that’s a worse case scenario. The destruction might in fact be very localized, limited to merely our own galaxy.
Oh dear Lord Jesus, this ain’t happening, man… This can’t be happening, man! This isn’t happening!
I have never met anyone so passionate and dedicated to a belief as you.
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.
What a depressingly stupid machine.
[laughs] You’ve got to expect some static. After all, computers are just machines; they can’t think.
Yeah, right. How are you supposed to know? Fucking men like you built the hydrogen bomb. Men like you thought it up. You think you’re so creative. You don’t know what it’s like to really create something; to create a life, to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death and destruction.
Everyone around me dies, Mr. Morden, except those who most deserve it.
Why is it that people like you think you are more ruthless than people like me?
Bring me… the bore worms!
Wherever there is spice, there are worms.
He who controls the Spice, controls the universe!
“But what about the End of the Universe? We’ll miss the big moment.”
I’ve seen it. It’s rubbish," said Zaphod,“nothing but a gnab gib.”
A what?"
Opposite of a big bang. Come on, let’s get zappy.”
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.
We’re trying to plug a hole in the universe. What are you doing here?
Every passing hour brings the Solar System forty three thousand miles closer to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules — and still there are some misfits who insist that there is no such thing as progress.