Marvin: "I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed."
Trillian: "Well, we have something that may take your mind off it."
Marvin: "It won't work, I have an exceptionally large mind."
Trillian: "Yeah, we know."
Marvin: "You can blame the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation for making androids with GPP..."
Arthur: "Um... what's GPP?"
Marvin: "Genuine People Personalities. I'm a personality prototype. You can tell, can't you...?"
Lunkwill: "Do you..."
Deep Thought: "Have an answer for you? Yes. But you're not going to like it."
Fook: "Please tell us. We must know!"
Deep Thought: "Okay. The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is..."
[up comes wild cheers from audience before silence comes in]
Deep Thought: "42."
"The Encyclopedia Galactica, in its chapter on Love states that it is far too complicated to define. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of love: Avoid, if at all possible. Unfortunately, Arthur Dent has never read the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
"Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poetmaster, Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. The absolute worst poetry in the universe was written by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex. Thankfully it was destroyed when the earth was."
Arthur Dent: "I'm sorry, did you just say you needed my brain?"
Fook: "Yes, to complete the program."
Arthur Dent: "Well, you can't have it, I'm using it!"
Arthur Dent: "Cheeky mouse..."