Um-hmn. We’re rather proud of it. There’s a manual that goes with it that has eight hundred and forty pages. I’ll give you a copy.
Now, to take her for a test toast.
Prepare the transit beam!
Anywhere you go
You are bound to know
That your roadways are rolling along!
It is not possible. We are the type of people who have everything in our favor going against us.
I’m well aware of that, Mr. Scott–get TWO tractor beams on that shuttlecraft!
Tanj!
This old killbot still works.
Exterminate! Exterminate!
They’re under the ground. They’re under the ground!
While, therefore, I cannot but lament the most unfortunate and bloody events which immediately arose from my advice, I must still be allowed to feel some degree of gratification at having been instrumental, however remotely, in opening to the eye of science one of the most intensely exciting secrets which has ever engrossed its attention.
You see, Lord Vader? She can be reasonable.
Shall we go in, milady?
Ahh! I never thought I’d be so happy to be back in a sewer.
“So, in these other sewers - What do the big monsters eat?”
“What’s best tonight?” he asked the man, striving to sound like someone who’d just spent ten hours in the bowels of the earth.
The waiter approached.
‘Would you like to see the menu?’ he said. ‘Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?’
‘Huh?’ said Ford.
‘Huh?’ said Arthur.
‘Huh?’ said Trillian.
‘That’s cool,’ said Zaphod. 'We’ll meet the meat.
I think you should send us the biggest transport plane you have, and take this thing to the Arctic or somewhere and drop it where it will never thaw.
Artoo says that the chances of survival are 725 to 1. Actually, Artoo has been known to make mistakes… from time to time… oh dear…
Never tell me the odds!