A Vogon, reciting his poetry: Why do I have to be the bad guyâ?
Ford, interrupting: Oh, I donât know. Why do I have to be the pretty guy? We all have our roles, I suppose.
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A Vogon, reciting his poetry: Why do I have to be the bad guyâ?
Ford, interrupting: Oh, I donât know. Why do I have to be the pretty guy? We all have our roles, I suppose.
Zaphod: On a scale of one to ten, how mad are you at me?
Ford: Eight.
Zaphod: Oh, no. I can do better than that.
Zaphod: I was born for politics!
Zaphod: I have great hair and I love lying.
Arthur: Can you PLEASE stop calling peanut butter that?
Ford: Whatâs wrong with sticky nut juice?
Arthur: Everything. Every-fucking-thing.
Zaphod: Ah. Itâs nice to be wanted.
Ford: NOT BY THE POLICE!
Ford: How did you find me?
Arthur: Well, I saw a huge fire and wondered: Who the bloody hell could that be?
Trillian: Now, we need to cut down our expenses. What can we live without?
Zaphod: Arthur.
Arthur: WHAT
Zaphod: Guess what?
Ford: ... what?
Zaphod: Arthurâs in a coma
Ford: WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME GUESS THAT
Trillian: Youâre driving, and thereâs a kid and an old man in the way. What do you hit?
Zaphod: .... uh.... well, the old man, yeah? Kidâs got his whole life ahead of himâ
Trillian: THE BRAKES. You hit the brakes, Zaphod.
Arthur: Why arenât the aliens talking to us?
Ford: Maybe theyâre homophobic.
Arthur: ... we arenât gay, Ford.
Ford: ... We arenât?
Arthur: If you took a shot everytime you chose a bad decision, how drunk would you be?
Trillian: Just a bit tipsy.
Ford: Wasted!
Zaphod: Dead.
Ford: We have fun, donât we, Arthur?
Arthur: This is the most stressed out Iâve even been in my life.
what if i started doing incorrect quotes again