Y'know I found out about all of it? All that stuff I made myself forget because I figured it was easier? And the Stanford I knew here was just never plannin' to tell me. I had to drag it out of him after someone else filled me in on the details. I had to find out secondhand everythin' that happens to me in the future because of what you did. I had to find out secondhand I was right about what I said about that godforsaken portal and even knowin' I was right you still tried to lie so you wouldn't have to face bein' wrong about somethin' for once in your life.

[His lights are flickering far more noticeably than usual, a sure sign of his agitation. His tail is shifting uneasily. Without really realizing he's lifted himself up a couple of feet, looming over Ford in a way that he never could when he had legs and they were more or less the same height. He doesn't feel like looking Ford square in the eyes right now. He feels like looking down at him. It feels better.]

You were -- you were an awful friend. All I ever did was give and give and give. I did things for you that went against all my logical and moral beliefs, I willingly put myself in situations where I could have died, and all you cared about was that you had someone else to do your dirty work! Y'know what I found out, just recently? If I hadn't left California, if you hadn't ruined my life and left me senile in a goddamn junkyard, I'd have invented a computer that would've changed the world. I could've made something of my life. I could've been happy.