Quotes About Arthur

I think this ship's brand new, said Ford. How can you tell? asked Arthur. Have you got some exotic device for measuring the age of metal? No, I just found this sales brochure lying on floor

What's this switch?" he cried. "What? Where?" cried Arthur, twisting round. "No, I was only fooling," said Ford, "we are going to die after all.

The sun was beginning to dry out the mud that Arthur lay in.

Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find his will beginning to weaken. He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyper-space ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.

Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles. He shaved them off, washed, dried, and stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.

Where on Betelgeuse is that robot? Asked Ford. Perhaps he's behind one of these doors, said Arthur in his best 'I'll offer a solution but someone else can follow it up type voice.

Arthur made nervous noises.

Arthur looked up. 'Ford,' he said, 'there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out.

No, I'm very ordinary,' said Arthur, 'but some very strange things have happened to me. You could say I'm more differed from than differing.

Now Arthur knew this dog, and he knew it well. It belonged to an advertising friend of his, and was called Know-Nothing-Bozo the Non-Wonder Dog because the way its hair stood up on its head reminded people of the President of the United States of America

On prehistoric Earth he had lived in a cave, not a nice cave, a lousy cave, but . . . There was no but. It had been a totally lousy cave and he had hated it. But he had lived in it for five years, which made it a home of some kind, and a person likes to keep track of his homes. Arthur Dent was such a person and so he went to Exeter to buy a computer.

Eddies," said Ford, "in the space-time continuum." "Ah," nodded Arthur, "is he. Is he.

You're very strange," she said. "No, I'm very ordinary," said Arthur, "but some very strange things have happened to me. You could say I'm more differed from than differing.

What did she say?" "She hit me on the head with the rock again." "I think I can confirm that that was my daughter." "Sweet kid." "You have to get to know her," said Arthur. "She eases up, does she?" "No," said Arthur, "but you get a better sense of when to duck.

For Arthur, who could usually contrive to feel self-conscious if left alone for long enough with a Swiss cheese plant, the moment was one of sustained revelation. He felt on the sudden like a cramped and zoo-born animal who wakes one morning to find the door to his cage hanging quietly open and the savanna stretching gray and pink to the distant rising sun, while all around new sounds are waking.

Yeah well …" Zaphod felt strangely powerless to take charge of this conversation, and Ford's heavy breathing at his side told him that the seconds were ticking away fast. The noise and the shaking had reached terrifying proportions. He saw Trillian's and Arthur's faces white and unblinking in the gloom

He pointed down into the crater. 'Is that robot yours?' he said. 'No,' came a thin metallic voice from the crater, 'I'm mine.' 'If you'd call it a robot,' muttered Arthur. 'It's more a sort of electronic sulking machine.' 'Bring it,' said the old man.

Yeah, could you just sort of keep this robot with you and guard this end of the passageway. Okay?" "Guard?" said Arthur. "What from? You just said there's no one here." "Yeah, well, just for safety, okay?" said Zaphod. "Whose? Yours or mine?

Milliways!" said Ford. "Yes, sir," said the waiter, laying on the patience with a trowel, "this is Milliways—the Restaurant at the End of the Universe." "End of what?" said Arthur.

He had the perfect idea for explaining away every inexplicable weirdness about himself at a stroke, and he whistled as he pushed open the door which had so daunted him last night. "Arthur!!!!" He grinned cheerfully at the boggling eyes that stared at him from all corners of the pub, and told them all what a wonderful time he'd had in Southern California.

He gestured Arthur toward a chair which looked as if it had been made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus. "It was made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus," explained the old man

Leave me," he said, "go on ahead, leave me to struggle painfully on my way. My time at last is nearly come. My race is nearly run. I fully expect," he said, feebly waving them on with a broken finger, "to come in last. It would be fitting. Here I am, brain the size—" "Shut up," said Arthur.

Some factual information for you. Have you any idea how much damage that bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?" "How much?" said Arthur. "None at all

said Ford, "you've got three pints to get through." "Three pints?" said Arthur. "At lunchtime?" The man next to Ford grinned and nodded happily. Ford ignored him.