The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

How do you feel?" he asked him.
"Like a military academy," said Arthur. "Bits of me keep on passing out.

We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!

All through my life I've had this strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world, something big, even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was."
"No," said the old man, "that's just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that.

Ford!" he said, "there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for
Hamlet
they've worked out.