Character: Ford Prefect

Ford sulkily put "Guide" back in the bag.
- I have the doctors found the immaturity of glands public debt and congenital moral core of the personality, ' he muttered under his breath, - well, except me you can trust the salvation of the Universe, judge for yourself?

... flight is an art, or rather, a skill. The trick is to learn to throw his body in the earth's surface and at the same time to miss.

- All right, - said Ford, - don't panic!
- Who said I'm panicking? I just haven't mastered! Wait till I get comfortable and understand what was happening. That's when I start to panic!

- He's so kind, ' he said. - A pity I have no daughter. I'd told her not to marry him.
- I think she would have realized. From any point of view and with sex too, vogeny worse than star wars.

- What was it?
- I cried!
- No! Shut up! Looks like we have a problem.
- Are you saying that we have a problem?!
- Dentrassi?
- No, that's boots with steel cleats.
And who's this then?
- Well, if we're lucky, it's just the Vogons come to throw us into space.
And if you're not lucky?
- If you're not lucky, it means that the captain wasn't kidding when he promised at first to read us their poems.

It was clear that protection will not last long. On the strength of four minutes, according to Ford Prefect.
Three minutes and fifty seconds, he said after a while, snapped a couple of useless switches and ominously looked at Arthur. - Seagull wanted?.. Three minutes and forty seconds.
Yes you will cease to believe in really?! - whined Zaphod.
- Cease - promised Ford. - Three minutes thirty-five seconds.

And soon the end of the world? - inquired Arthur.
- About 20 minutes - said Ford. - Come and have a drink.

- What are you doing?
- Meditate.
- Do you always breathe like that when you think?
- I didn't even notice that I breathe.

It makes no sense to drive you to distraction through the efforts of this madness be avoided. With the same success can to submit to her fate, and sanity to keep for later.

- Out of the mist of times rose a great curse, - said Slartibartfast.
- Yeah, - said Ford.

So, we are waiting for death.
Yes. However... No! Wait! What is this toggle switch?!
What? Where?
- So. What is it? That's -- that's nothing, we're screwed.

They do not think they have no imagination, many are not literate. They just... run.

Please, consider that I'm not worthy of your attention - the mourning came a muffled voice.
- How are you cyber? - asked Ford.
- I mourn.
- What's new?
- I do not know, said Marvin. Nothing new under the sun.
- Why, - said Ford, dropping down next to squat, you're lying here in the dust? And face down?
This is a very good way to feel miserable, - said Marvin. - Don't pretend you want to talk to me. I know you don't like me much.
- Quite the contrary.
- No, not Vice versa. All hate me. So does the universe. Should I talk with someone, and I already hate. Even the robots. But if you do not pay attention to me, maybe I'll just leave.

One of the most difficult to understand Ford Prefect had always found the human habit of constantly say and repeat is very obvious, for example, "Nice day," or "You're very tall", or "Oh dear, you seem to have fallen into tridtsatimetrovy well? With thee all right?"