Arthur Dent

— Computer, do something!
— Sure thing, fella. Handing over manual control. Good luck!

— Sorry, did you just say you need my brain?
— Yes, to complete the program.
— Okay. You can't have my brain. I'm using it.
— Hardly.

Arthur Dent: — We can talk about normality till the cows come home.
Ford Prefect: — What is normal?
Trillian: — What's home?
Zaphod Beeblebrox: — What are cows?
Arthur Dent: — A proper cup of tea would restore my normality.

— Mr. Dent, have you any idea how much damage this bulldozer would suffer, if I just let it roll straight over you?
— How much?
— None at all.

I think I'm a sofa.

— You can trust me.
— Trust a man who won't tell me his name?

— So this is it. We're gonna die.
— Yeah, we're gonna die. No, no, what's this?
— What's that? What's this?
— What's this? This is nothing. Yeah, we're gonna die.

— 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?

— The only thing to do is say hang the sense of it and keep yourself busy. I'd much rather be happy than right any day.
— And are you?
— No. Well, that's where it all falls down, of course.

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All my life, I've had this strange feeling

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that there's something big and
sinister going on in the world.

Go with the hunch of a man whose brain is fuelled by lemons?! This is suicide!

Fine, take it, 'cause my head is filled with questions, and, I can assure you, no answer to any one of them has ever brought me one iota of happiness. Except for one. The one. The only question I've ever wanted an answer to. Is she the one? The answer bloody well isn't 42, it's yes. Undoubtedly, unequivocally, unabashedly, yes. And for one week, one week in my sad little
blip of an existence... it made me happy.

— We, well, we can put it back exactly as it was when you left, you know. Unless there's... there's, you know, anything you want to change. Something you think your planet could do without.
— Yeah. Me.