Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.
If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm crazy. That's the way history is written.
A CD. How quaint. We have these in museums.
Doobie always wanted to see the badge. It was shiny, and he was eight.
Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without use of his armoury. Though I'm sure one would be quite sufficient.
Don't try to understand me, just be grateful that you felt the warmth of Zaphod Beeblebrox's aura on your wonderstruck face.