[Ford Prefect] Five minutes to go.

[Arthur Dent] Damn you and your fairy stories, they're smashing up my home! Stop, you vandals! You home wreckers! You half-crazed Visigoths, stop!

[Ford Prefect] Arthur! Come back! It's pointless! Barman, quickly, can you just give me four packets of peanuts?

[Bartender] Just a minute, sir. I'm just serving this gentleman.

[Ford Prefect] Well, what's the point. He's going to be dead in a few minutes! Come on!

[Bartender] Yeah, just a minute, sir. Do you mind, sir?

[Ford Prefect] Pork scratchings. Peanuts! How much?

[Bartender] What?

[Ford Prefect] Have it. Have it. Keep it!

[Bartender] You serious sir? Do you really think the world is going to end this afternoon?

[Ford Prefect] Uh, yes, in just over 3 minutes and 5 seconds.

[Bartender] Well, isn't there anything we can do?

[Ford Prefect] No, nothing.

[Bartender] I always thought we were supposed to lie down or put a paper bag over your head or something.

[Ford Prefect] Yes, if you like.

[Bartender] Will that help?

[Ford Prefect] No. Excuse me. I've got to go.