Arthur Dent Quotes in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005)

Arthur Dent: Just wait a sodding minute! You want a question that goes with the answer for 42? Well, how about what's six times seven? Or how many Vogons does it take to change a lightbulb? Here's one! How many roads must a man walk down?

Lunkwill: Hey, that's not bad!

Arthur Dent: Fine. Fine, take it. Because my head is filled with questions and I can assure you no answer to any one of them has ever brought me one iota of happiness. Except for one. The one. The only question I've ever wanted an answer to - is she the one? The answer bloody well isn't forty-two, it's yes. Undoubtedly, unequivocally, unabashedly yes. And for one week, one week in my sad little blip of an existence, it made me happy.

Trillian: That's a good answer...

Lunkwill: Rubbish, we don't want to be happy, we want to be famous!

Fook: Yeah! What is all this "is she the one" tripe?

Lunkwill: Take his brain!

Slartibartfast: Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I think that the chances of finding out what's actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say, "Hang the sense of it," and keep yourself busy. I'd much rather be happy than right any day.

Arthur Dent: And are you?

Slartibartfast: Ah, no.

[laughs, snorts]

Slartibartfast: Well, that's where it all falls down, of course.

Arthur Dent: I'm sorry, did you just say you needed my brain?

Fook: Yes, to complete the program.

Arthur Dent: Well, you can't have it, I'm using it!

Fook: Hardly.

Arthur Dent: Cheeky mouse...

Slartibartfast: I must warn you, we're going to pass through, well, a sort of gateway thing.

Arthur Dent: What?

Slartibartfast: It may disturb you. It scares the willies out of me.

Slartibartfast: You must come with me.

Arthur Dent: Who are you?

Slartibartfast: What? No. My name's not important. You must come with me, or you'll be late.

Arthur Dent: Late for what?

Slartibartfast: Well, um, what's your name, Earthman?

Arthur Dent: Dent. Arthur Dent.

Slartibartfast: Well, late as in *the late* Dentarthurdent. It's a sort of threat. You see?

Arthur Dent: No.

Slartibartfast: Your friends are safe, you can trust me.

Arthur Dent: Trust a man who won't even tell me his name?

Slartibartfast: Well, um, my name is, um, it's

[hurriedly]

Slartibartfast: Slartibartfast.

Arthur Dent: What?

Slartibartfast: I *said* it wasn't important.

Eddie the Computer: Guys, I am just pleased as punch to inform you that there are two thermo-nuclear missiles headed this way... if you don't mind, I'm gonna go ahead and take evasive action

Arthur Dent: COMPUTER DO SOMETHING!

Eddie the Computer: Sure thing fella! Switching over to manual control... good luck!

[Ship's engines immediately stop and ship falls]

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*!

Arthur Dent: Here I was thinking I was the only one who considered your boyfriend a narcissistic moron, when apparently the whole galaxy does.

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?