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| Ford, what are we doing here? What's this all about? And why are there soliders standing there waiting impatiently to shoot at us? | |
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| Hey, it's a rally. Or perhaps a revolution. I'm not sure which. I came here primarily for the drinks. And hey, look, some girls. | |
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| Hi there. You're Ford Prefect, aren't you? | |
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| Why, yes. I see my reputation preceeds me. And what's a lovely lady like you doing with a bunch of slackers like this? | |
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| I'm Trillian and I'm here with my boyfriend Zaphod. I wouldn't call them slackers, though. He and his compatriots are constantly working to bring back the say of the people. | |
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| Smooth, Ford. Real smooth. | |
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