Ford:How do you feel? Arthur: Like a military academy. Bits of me keep passing out. [pause] Arthur: If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it? Ford: We're safe. Arthur: Oh good. Ford: We're in a small galley cabin in one of the spaceships of the Vogon Constructor Fleet. Arthur: Ah. This is obviously some strange usage of the word "safe" I wasn't previously aware of.
