Ford Prefect: Will you listen!
Arthur Dent: I have been, but I don't think it's helping.
F.P. Dear suffering Zarquon! Look, Look!
The sensomatic is flashing.
Either it's a moving disturbance in the fabric of space-time
or an eddie, a pool of instability somewhere in our vacinity ...
A.D. ... or a flat battery.
F.P. The flashings are getting stronger!
There, behind that sofa.
A.D. Why is there a sofa in that field?
F.P. I told you; eddies in the time-space continuum!
A.D. Then tell him to come and collect his sofa.
F.P. Arthur, that sofa is there because of the time-space instability
I've been trying to get your terminally softened brain to come to grips with!
It's been washed up out of the continuum.
It's cosmic jetsom.
It's our only way out of here.
Come on, it's flying away from us.
A.D. Yeehar!