Yasiin Bey credited as playing...
Ford Prefect
- Ford: [distracting the men about to demolish Arthur's house] Workers of the earth! I bring... good tidings of peanuts! And beer!
- Ford: [after being thrown into the airlock by a guard] Wash your filthy hands!
- [looks around]
- Ford: Don't panic... don't panic...
- Arthur: So this is it. We're gonna die.
- Ford: Yeah. We're gonna die.
- [pauses]
- Ford: No... no! What's this?
- [goes over to control panel]
- Arthur: What's that?
- Ford: What's this...? What's this...?
- [flips switch]
- Ford: This... is... nothing. Yeah, we're gonna die.
- 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*!
- Ford: [as they are about to be shot into space, he dabs Arthur's face with a towel] You're sweating.
- Jeltz: Either die in the vacuum of space, or tell me what you thought of my poem.
- [other Vogons chuckle]
- Arthur: A... a... actually, I rather liked it.
- Jeltz: Hmm?
- Ford: Yeah. That's good. Run with it.
- Jeltz: Hmmm?
- Arthur: Uh, some of the words I didn't understand, but I found the imagery quite effective.
- Jeltz: Continue...
- Arthur: Well, uh, yes, interesting rhythmic devices, which seemed to counterpoint the underlying metaphor of the humanity of, of the poet's soul.
- Jeltz: So what you're saying is, I write poetry because underneath this mean, callous, heartless exterior, I just want to be loved?
- Ford: [whispers] Yes, yes, yes.
- Arthur: Yes, yes, yeah, please.
- [other Vogons ooh-ing and aah-ing]
- Jeltz: Throw them off the ship!
- 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?