Felipe

“Era uma vez uma coincidência que saiu a passeio em companhia de um pequeno acidente. Enquanto passeavam encontraram uma explicação, uma velha explicação, tão velha que já estava toda encurvada e encarquilhada que mais parecia uma charada.” Lewis Carroll

NEMO ME IMPUNE LACESSIT

DON'T PANIC

42

I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.

The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.

Would you hurry it up? I haven't got all night.

Worth dying for.
[shoots priest]
Marv: Worth killing for.
[shoots him again]
Worth going to hell for.
[shoots him again]
Amen.

Marvin: "I am at a rough estimate thirty billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of a number, any number."
Zem: "Er, five."
Marvin: "Wrong. You see?"

Arthur: "Marvin, any ideas?"
Marvin: "I have a million ideas. They all point to certain death."

"My capacity for happiness," he added, "you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first"

I could calculate your chance of survival, but you won't like it.

On being left in a parking lot for 500 million years: "The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million years I didn't enjoy at all. After that I went into sort of a decline"

"Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to take you down to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction? 'Cos I don't."

"I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed."

Trillian: "that's just fine, really... just part of life."
Marvin: "Life. Don't talk to me about life."

"This Arthur Dent," comes the cry from the farthest reaches of the galaxy, and has even now been found inscribed on a deep space probe thought to originate from an alien galaxy at a distance too hideous to contemplate, "what is he, man or mouse? Is he interested in nothing more than tea and the wider issues of life? Has he no spirit? Has he no passion? Does he not, to put it in a nutshell, fuck?"
Those who wish to know should read on. Others may wish to skip on to the last chapter which is a good bit and has Marvin in it.