“what would you call this haircut?"
arthur.”

“Hey, son, what the hell is with your haircut? Did you see a paintbrush and say "I want that dude's look!"”

“Arthur Dent: What happens if I press this button?
Ford Prefect: I wouldn't-
Arthur Dent: Oh.
Ford Prefect: What happened?
Arthur Dent: A sign lit up, saying 'Please do not press this button again.”

“She was not quite what you would call refined.
She was not quite what you would call unrefined.
She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.”

““We’d like to agree with you.” He glanced at Arthur.
“We can’t, however,” Arthur said.
“For the moment, then, amicable disagreement and open minds.””

“What we offer is good enough. It's like my haircut: It ain't pretty, but it's good enough.”

“"Would you give my warmest regards to Sir Arthur Wellesley? Or Lord Wellington as we must now call him." "You know him, sir?" "Of course. We were at the Royal Academy of Equiation together, at Angers. It's strange, Major, how your greatest soldier was taught to fight in France."”

“Beauty isn't worth thinking about; what's important is your mind. You don't want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head. ~Garrison Keillor”

“Is this some manly bonding thing I can't be a part of? Are you getting matching haircuts?”

“If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make who would you call and what would you say?
And why are you waiting?”