android Marvin

I could calculate your chances of survival, but you won't like it.

Life? Don't talk to me about life.

— Marvin, you saved our lives.
— I know. Wretched, isn't it?

I have a million ideas. They all point to certain death.

— So, this is how it's all going to end, is it, ey? Me, alone on a dead planet, with a manically depressed robot.
— You think you've got problems. What are you supposed to do, if you are a manically depressed robot?

I'm feeling very depressed.