I can see the door. Were I to open it for you, you could probably walk through. It would not be certain, but you probably could. But, you would be going to the world from which I came to Milliways, not the one from which you came.

*He motions to the wait-rat, which huddles down as though it expected to be pounced at any moment.* Evian, please, and a glass of goat's milk.

*to Thea* They serve everything here. Any food from any world that is connected to the bar.