Marvin: "I am at a rough estimate thirty billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of a number, any number."
Zem: "Er, five."
Marvin: "Wrong. You see?"

Arthur: "Marvin, any ideas?"
Marvin: "I have a million ideas. They all point to certain death."

"What's up?" [asked Ford.]
"I don't know," said Marvin, "I've never been there."

I could calculate your chance of survival, but you won't like it.

"My capacity for happiness," he added, "you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first"

"I've seen it. It's rubbish." About a Magrathean sunset that Arthur finds magnificent.

On being left in a parking lot for 500 million years: "The first ten million years were the worst. And the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million years I didn't enjoy at all. After that I went into sort of a decline"

"I'd give you advice, but you wouldn't listen. No one ever does."

Zaphod: "Can it Trillian, I'm trying to die with dignity."
Marvin: "I'm just trying to die."

"Simple. I got very bored and depressed, so I went and plugged myself in to its external computer feed. I talked to the computer at great length and explained my view of the Universe to it," said Marvin.
"And what happened?" pressed Ford.
"It committed suicide," said Marvin and stalked off back to the Heart of Gold.

"I ache, therefore I am."

"Funny," he [Marvin] intoned funereally, "how just when you think life can't possibly get any worse it suddenly does." Marvin reacting to a talking door (by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation) in the Heart of Gold

"Not that anyone cares what I say, but the Restaurant is on the other end of the universe"

"[Trillian] is one of the least benightedly unintelligent life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting."

"Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to take you down to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction? 'Cos I don't."

"Pardon me for breathing, which I never do anyway so I don't know why I bother to say it, oh God, I'm so depressed. Here's another one of those self-satisfied doors. Life! Don't talk to me about life."

Marvin: "And then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side."
Arthur: "Is that so?"
Marvin: "Oh yes. I mean I've asked for them to be replaced, but no one ever listens."
Arthur: "I can imagine"

Trillian: "that's just fine, really... just part of life."
Marvin: "Life. Don't talk to me about life."

"I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed."

"This Arthur Dent," comes the cry from the farthest reaches of the galaxy, and has even now been found inscribed on a deep space probe thought to originate from an alien galaxy at a distance too hideous to contemplate, "what is he, man or mouse? Is he interested in nothing more than tea and the wider issues of life? Has he no spirit? Has he no passion? Does he not, to put it in a nutshell, fuck?"
Those who wish to know should read on. Others may wish to skip on to the last chapter which is a good bit and has Marvin in it.

"Was I amongst friends when the Haggunenon admiral evolved into a life pod and everybody aboard his flagship escaped leaving me aboard as it steered itself into the nearest star?
Was I amongst friends when I was left to walk in circles on a swamp planet?
Left to park cars outside a restaurant for millenia?
Left for the Krikkit robots to use for batting practice?
Friend? I don't think I ever came across one of those, sorry, can't help you there."