h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

How many pies can a porpose poise on purpose if she pleases benjamin bland and the bugle band blow the blues by weekly,

But whatever for, dear Dr. Vibenstein?
Is there something you want to tell me? What is this? A sudden attack of stagefright?

I used to have a plorgafrinchin that suffered from that...

Really? Was it a spotted or a herbaceous plorgafrinchin?

Probably the piebald plorgafrinchin.

Hard to say really, maybe it was spotted maybe it wasn't the badgers wouldn't let me close enough to find out

found it, my precious dictonary Now where are my papers? I had jotted down some notes somewhere on some papers.
Can't get my head around anything these days. Where are they?

Yes, Dr. Vibenstein, you were saying?

Was I?

Weren't you?
Your diagnosis.
Will you please have a nice intimate chat with the author of this piece of nonsensical nonsense so we can all eavesdrop in and while we are busy doing so .... I can have a extremely good goggle at your absolutly smashing previously blonde now turning grey mate, your wife.

My dog is no paint job.

You sunk my badgership!

I wouldn't dream of it, not even if it were herbacious.

Well of course not! The herbaceous ones are quite gassy and tend to explode!

Damn.
Then we're really in a pickle. Are you sure? Do they?

is that a glowing pickle that we be in then?

Of course!

glowing pickle pressumbably its the glowing pickle sitting on that n o n t a b l e over there?

Gottcha. - Knew I left a pickle somewhere, in case I needed it, one day

That's a 15 year !

Wow!

! - I didn't even notice it was that* old/long ago - no wonder I can't recall much about blonde badger woman... or anything much really from that long ago