Let everything that’s been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves.
Ted: Dude, are you sure we should be doing this?
Bill: Ted, you and I have witnessed many things, but nothing as bodacious as what just happened. Besides, we told ourselves to listen to this guy.
Ted: What if we were lying?
Bill: Why would we lie to ourselves?
For a man to lie beaten, and yet breathing? It makes him a coward.
Then, to the accompaniment of some of his trilling, he said, “No–no,” and gave two or three whistling breaths.
[breathing in] Best air I ever tasted.
The atmosphere appears to be breathable, Captain.
'Ammonia! Ammonia…"
It’s a serious problem. What would you do?
I’ll be in my bunk.
ETA:
Get off! Get off!!
B-b-buzz off!
Well that makes you a tease.
Look, it’s been swell, but the swelling’s gone down.
He sat by himself at the far end of the ledge, watching Tau Ceti go redly down, chucking pebbles into the nearest pond, wondering morosely which nameless puddle was to be his Lethe.
You did not expect to find me. You thought this was Ceti Alpha VI. Why are you here?
It’s a rescue mission, you’ll love it. There’s some juicy colonists’ daughters we have to rescue from their virginity. Heh!
He had a tremendous propensity for getting lost when driving. This was largely because of his method of “Zen” navigation, which was simply to find any car that looked as if it knew where it was going and follow it. The results were more often surprising than successful, but he felt it was worth it for the sake of the few occasions when it was both.
The attendant at the car lot was daydreaming when I pulled up–a big, lazy-looking man in black satin chequered down the front.
You’re in a Johnnycab.
I feel so funky.
He was able to project emotions as well as receive them.