[Ford notices something--perhaps a misstep?--but he isn't sure. There's so much wrong with this, he doesn't know where to start.]

You say that like I had a choice, which tells me-- [The light of realization sparks in his eyes.] ... You're fishing! Hah! And you're coming to me for information? [He wouldn't admit it in a million years, but that is a slight ego boost whether or not he's right in his assumption.]

I would be flattered, but electric shock torture isn't any way to treat an old pal and I'm not feeling very forgiving.

[That's Ford's very polite way of saying "suck it."]