Six Pints Of Bitter, Said

One Is Never Alone With A Rubber Duck.

This Planet Has — Or Rather Had — A Problem, Which Was This: Most Of The People Living On It Were Unhappy For Pretty Much All Of The Time.

The Hitch-hiker's Guide To The Galaxy Also Mentions Alcohol. It Says That The Best Drink In Existence Is The Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, The Effect Of Which Is Like Having Your Brains Smashed Out With A Slice Of Lemon Wrapped Round A Large Gold Brick.

I May Not Have Gone Where I Intended To Go, But I Think I Have Ended Up Where I Intended To Be.

It's Not The Fall That Kills You; It's The Sudden Stop At The End.