Title card: For Douglas.
[Waiting for Trillian to be released]
Zaphod: Who are we waiting for again?
[Waits for a reply]
Zaphod: No, I'm serious.
Fook: [about to be squished] Oh, bollocks!
Jeltz: Apathetic bloody planet. I've no sympathy at all.
[Slartibartfast is showing Arthur the progress on the New Earth. They pass a construction worker]
Slartibartfast: That's Frank.
Zaphod: Let's trip the Light Fantastic, baby, just you and me.
Trillian: I have a plan.
Arthur: Does it involve pushing him out there and then running the other way?
Marvin: [as they are gazing at the wonder of Magrathea] Incredible... it's even worse than I thought it would be.
The Book: [describing Dent in the opening] This man is a 5'8" ape descendant and someone is trying to drive a bypass through his house.
Arthur: See, normally I hate those sorts of parties. I'd much rather stay at home, I don't know, ironing me hankies.
Arthur: Humma Kavula is person? I thought he was swearing!
[Arthur and Ford have each been unexpectedly hit in the face by some unknown flyswatter-like thing]
Zaphod: [after finally also being hit in the face] Zarquon! What was that? Geez...
Marvin: [depressed] I'd make a suggestion, but you wouldn't listen.
[even more depressed]
Marvin: No one ever does.
Arthur: I have to say, without the beard you look at least 80 years younger.
Trillian: Well, maybe I'm de-evolving?
Arthur: Ha ha!
Trillian: Ha ha!
Arthur: Well, I should inform you that I don't date single-celled organisms.
Marvin: [sees Arthur, now a yarn doll, stumbling about] Ah! I think the Earth man's about to be sick.
Zaphod: Whoa, whoa, do it in the trash can, ape man! This ship's brand new!
Arthur: [vomits coloured yarn]
Arthur: So this is it. We're going to die
Ford: Yes. Would you like a hug?
Arthur: No.
Questular Rontok: [about Trillian] She's lying. She's skinny, and she's pretty, and she's lying!
Ghostly Image: We are pleased to see that your enthusiasm for our planet continues unabated, and would like you to know that the two thermonuclear missiles currently converging upon your vessel are merely a courtesy we extend to all prospective customers.
Ford: What's with the whole two-head thing?
Zaphod: Oh, yeah, apparently you can't be president with a whole brain.
Gag Halfrunt: Zaphod's just zis guy, ya know?
