16 seconds sound clip from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (1981) - Episode 2 sitcom.
You can hear this line at 00:04:54.261 in the Blu-ray version of the TV Series.
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- Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worse in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria.
- During a recitation by their poet master, Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem, Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging.
- And the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council only survived by gnawing one of his own legs off.
- Grunthos is reported to have been disappointed by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled, Zen and the Art of Going to the Lavatory...
- When his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save lifekind, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
- The very worst poetry of all, and its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, of Greenbridge, Essex, England, perished in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
- Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts and living glupules frart and stipulate likejowling meated liverslime...
- Groop, I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes, and hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles.
- Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon. See if I don't!
- So, earthlings...
- I'm not an earthling.
- Quiet. I present you with a simple choice. Think very carefully, for your very lives lie in your hands.
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