The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005)

Yasiin Bey: Ford Prefect

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• Arthur : [sarcastically]  Normality? Right, we can talk about normality until the cows come home.

  Ford : [thoughtfully]  What is normal?

  Trillian : [wistfully]  What is home?

  Zaphod : [cluelessly]  What're cows?

• Ford : If you want to survive out here, you've got to know where your towel is.

• Arthur : Ford?

  Ford : Yeah?

  Arthur : I think I'm a sofa...

  Ford : [pause]  I know how you feel...

• Ford : You're looking for the Ultimate Question.

  Zaphod : Yep.

  Ford : You.

  Zaphod : Me.

  Ford : Why?

  Zaphod : No, I tried that: Why? 42. Doesn't work.

• Ford : Didn't you think it was strange I was trying to shake hands with a car?

  Arthur : I assumed you were drunk.

  Ford : I thought cars were the dominant lifeform. I was trying to introduce myself.

• Arthur : Let's go somewhere.

  Trillian : Definitely. Where'd you have in mind?

  Ford : I know this great restaurant at the end of the universe.

• Ford : I checked The Guide for the best way to rescue a prisoner from Vogsphere, it said "don't".

• Ford : [distracting the men about to demolish Arthur's house]  Workers of the earth! I bring... good tidings of peanuts! And beer!

• Ford : Okay, don't think. Nobody think. No ideas. No theories. No nothing.

  [a beat. They all strain to think of nothing. Several paddles shoot up out of the ground smacking them in their faces] 

  Ford , Arthur , Zaphod : Ow!

• Ford : [after being thrown into the airlock by a guard]  Wash your filthy hands!

  [looks around] 

  Ford : Don't panic... don't panic...

  Arthur : So this is it. We're gonna die.

  Ford : Yeah. We're gonna die.

  [pauses] 

  Ford : No... no! What's this?

  [goes over to control panel] 

  Arthur : What's that?

  Ford : What's this...? What's this...?

  [flips switch] 

  Ford : This... is... nothing. Yeah, we're gonna die.

• Ford : Time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so.

• Ford : We must talk.

  Arthur Dent : Not now, Ford. They're gonna demolish my home.

  Ford : Whoah! Whoah! Whoah! You know already?

  [Arthur doesn't understand. Ford looks at the workers around him] 

  Ford : Oh, *they*! When you say "they" you mean *they*!

• Ford : You don't remember. Arthur, your whole planet has been destroyed.

  Arthur : Couldn't you have done something?

  Ford : I saved your life.

• Barman : Did you say the world is coming to an end? Shouldn't we all lie on the floor or put paper bags over our heads?

  Ford : If you like.

  Barman : Will it help?

  Ford : Not at all.

  [Ford runs out of the pub] 

  Barman : Last orders, please!

• Ford : [as they are about to be shot into space, he dabs Arthur's face with a towel]  You're sweating.

• Ford : That's awkward.

• Arthur : So this is it. We're going to die

  Ford : Yes. Would you like a hug?

  Arthur : No.

• Ford : What's with the whole two-head thing?

  Zaphod : Oh, yeah, apparently you can't be president with a whole brain.

• Jeltz : Either die in the vacuum of space, or tell me what you thought of my poem.

  [other Vogons chuckle] 

  Arthur : A... a... actually, I rather liked it.

  Jeltz : Hmm?

  Ford : Yeah. That's good. Run with it.

  Jeltz : Hmmm?

  Arthur : Uh, some of the words I didn't understand, but I found the imagery quite effective.

  Jeltz : Continue...

  Arthur : Well, uh, yes, interesting rhythmic devices, which seemed to counterpoint the underlying metaphor of the humanity of, of the poet's soul.

  Jeltz : So what you're saying is, I write poetry because underneath this mean, callous, heartless exterior, I just want to be loved?

  Ford : [whispers]  Yes, yes, yes.

  Arthur : Yes, yes, yeah, please.

  [other Vogons ooh-ing and aah-ing] 

  Jeltz : Throw them off the ship!

• Arthur Dent : It's a big-biggy Ford, a big-biggy! I mean what if it rips us all into tiny little atomic particle things?

  Zaphod : This is the right one! I have a hunch!

  Ford : [smiling]  His hunches are good! Arthur! I say we go!

  Arthur Dent : Go with a hunch of a man who's brain is fueled by lemons?

• Ford , Zaphod : Belgium.

• Ford : [talking about Zaphod]  He's my semi half brother.

  Zaphod : He shares three of the same mothers as me.

• Lunkwill : Drink up.

  Arthur : Thank you.

  Fook : Now, to business.

  Ford , Zaphod : [drunkenly toasting]  To business!

  Lunkwill , Fook : Eat!

  Zaphod : [quietly]  Sorry.

• Zaphod : He's a guest on my ship! He's a guest on my shiiiip!

  Ford : I thought you said you stole it.

• Ford : [watching the Magrathean recording of Deep Thought]  Is that it?

  Zaphod : No, there's more. They go back.

  Arthur : What, seven and a half million years later?

  Zaphod : Yeah, they do.

  [Cuts to 7.5 million years later and the answer being received] 

• Ford : [about Vogons]  They don't think, they don't imagine, most of them can't even spell, they just run things. And if we don't hitch a ride soon, you won't need the guide to tell you just how unpleasant they can be. They already destroyed a planet today, and that always makes them a little... eeee!

• Zaphod : He did say the gray building, right?

  Ford : All the buildings are gray.

• Eddie the Computer : Engaging Infinite Improbability Drive...

  Ford : No, no, no... Zaphod, buttons aren't toys! What did you do?

• Zaphod : This is it. I have a hunch.

  Ford : His hunches are good.