Marvin: [as Vogons fire at the group] Don't see what the big deal is... Vogons are some of the worst shots in the galaxy...
Marvin: [one hits Marvin, leaving a smoking hole in his head. he turns] Now I've got a headache!
Zaphod: She digs me.
Zaphod: That doesn't sound good.
Ford, Zaphod: Belgium.
Zaphod: HUMMA KAVULA!
Zaphod: I can't do this without my third arm!
Marvin: I've calculated your chance of survival, but I don't think you'll like it.
Arthur: Go with the hunch of a man whose brain is fuelled by lemons?
Zaphod: I'm sensing a lot of hostility from you, Alex.
Arthur: Arthur!
Zaphod: Have you ever tried yoga?
Marvin: This will all end in tears.
Marvin: [Trillian, Ford, and Zaphod have gone through the portal and left Arthur and Marvin behind] I told you this would all end in tears.
Arthur: Did you? Did you?
Marvin: Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they ask me to take you to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction, 'cause I don't.
Zaphod: Hey! Is this guy boring you? Why don't you come talk to me instead? I'm from a different planet. Seriously!
[laughs]
Zaphod: You want to see my spaceship?
Ford: [talking about Zaphod] He's my semi half brother.
Zaphod: He shares three of the same mothers as me.
Humma Kavula: Even an improbability drive needs coordinates which I happen to have.
Arthur: So you're not from Guildford. Which would explain the accent.
Lunkwill: Drink up.
Arthur: Thank you.
Fook: Now, to business.
Ford, Zaphod: [drunkenly toasting] To business!
Lunkwill, Fook: Eat!
Zaphod: [quietly] Sorry.
Zaphod: You Zarkin' Frood!
Trillian: We don't know why we're here. We were trying to get to Magrathea and our ship brought us here.
Humma Kavula: How very... improbable.
Zaphod: Circus! Circus!
