“The waiter approached.'Would you like to see the menu?' he said. 'Or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?''Huh?' said Ford. 'Huh?' said Arthur.'Huh?' said Trillian.'That’s cool,' said Zaphod. 'We'll meet the meat.”
“Would you like to see the menu?" he said, "or would you like meet the Dish of the Day?"...“Good evening,” it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, “I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body?”
“Michael Phelps collects huhs. Huh? His mouth said nothing, but his actions said it all.”
“Good,” said Arthur.“See?” said Ford.“No,” said Arthur.”
“Huh," said Percy. "Never seen Jason fly before. He looks like a blond superman.”
“She said to me, "This is fun.""It weirdly is," I said."Maybe these are our salad days.""Huh?""You know. Happy.""What's happy about a salad?"She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.”