Quotes About Marvin

But I want you to tell me what it is you think I do." "Well," Rick says, "the way it was explained to me is you put famous American talent in foreign films." "Not bad," Marvin says.

Marvin was humming ironically because he hated humans so much.

Marvin trudged on down the corridor, still moaning. ...and then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side... No? said Arthur grimly as he walked along beside him. Really? Oh yes, said Marvin, I mean I've asked for them to be replaced but no one ever listens. I can imagine.

Marvin started his ironical humming again. Zaphod hit him and he shut up.

Marvin, he said, just get this elevator go up will you? We've got to get to Zarniwoop. Why? asked Marvin dolefully. I don't know, said Zaphod, but when I find him, he'd better have a very good reason for me wanting to see him.

My name,' said the mattress, 'is Zem. We could discuss the weather a little.' Marvin paused again in his weary circular pplod. 'The dew,' he observed, 'has clearly fallen with a particularly sickening thud this morning.' He resumed his walk, as if inspired by this conversational outburst to fresh heights of gloom and despondency. He plodded tenaciously. If he had had teeth he would have gritted them at this point. He hadn't. He didn't. The mere plod said it all. The mattress flolloped around.

Marvin the Paranoid Android

We only ever had the one sun at home," persevered Arthur. "I came from a planet called Earth, you know." "I know," said Marvin, "you keep going on about it. It sounds awful.

Simple. I got very bored and depressed, so I went and plugged myself in to its external computer feed. I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it," said Marvin. "And what happened?" pressed Ford. "It committed suicide," said Marvin, and stalked off back to the Heart of Gold.

The best conversation I had was over forty million years ago,' continued Marvin.

The best conversation I had was over forty million years ago,' continued Marvin. Again the pause. ' Oh d—' 'And that was with a coffee machine.' He waited.

Marvin disregarded it with cold loathing while his logic circuits chattered with disgust and tinkered with the concept of directing physical violence against it. Further circuits cut in saying, Why bother? What's the point? Nothing is worth getting involved in. Further circuits amused themselves by analyzing the molecular components of the door, and of the humanoids' brain cells.

Hey, what's this bomb thing?" said Zaphod in alarm to Marvin. "The supernova bomb?" said Marvin. "It's a very, very small bomb." "Yeah?" "That would destroy the Universe completely," added Marvin. "Good idea, if you ask me.

The best conversation I had was over forty million years ago," continued Marvin. [...] "And that was with a coffee machine.

I hate that door, continued Marvin. I'm not getting you down at all, am I?

More than you can possibly imagine, dreaded Marvin. My capacity for mental activity of all kinds is as boundless as the infinite reaches of space itself. Except of course for my capacity for happiness. Stomp, stomp, he went. My capacity for happiness, he added, you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first.

Marvin, dedi Trillian, yaln?zca bu can s?k?c? varl?kla konuÅŸurken kulland??? yumuÅŸak ve nazik ses tonuyla, madem bu kadar zamand?r biliyordun, bize neden söylemedin? Marvin ba??n? arkaya, ona doÄŸru çevirdi. Sormad?n?z ki? dedi basitçe.

The latest one was a lullaby. Marvin droned, Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night. He paused to gather the artistic and emotional task to tackle the next verse. Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night.

With a microsecond pause, and a finely calculated micromodulation of pitch and timbre—nothing you could actually take offense at—Marvin managed to convey his utter contempt and horror of all things human.

I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it,' said Marvin. 'And what happened?' pressed Ford. 'It committed suicide,' said Marvin

Now the world has gone to bed,' Marvin droned, 'Darkness won't engulf my head, 'I can see by infra-red, 'How I hate the night.' He

here's something to occupy you and keep your mind off things.' 'It won't work,' droned Marvin, 'I have an exceptionally large mind.

Life,' said Marvin dolefully, 'loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it.

Bjork's album, 'Homogenic,' it's got beats, strings, traditional Icelandic stuff. That's my benchmark for what an album should sound like, right up there with Coltrane's 'A Love Supreme' and Marvin Gaye's 'What's Going On.'