“Will you stop counting!' snarled Zaphod. 'Yes,' said Ford Prefect, 'in three minutes and thirty-five seconds.”
“Her gun was twenty seconds away, her friends three minutes, and the police five minutes. Her choice was obvious.”
“The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too soon needed ten, then thirty, thena full minute...”
“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.”
“I did it thirty-five minutes ago.”
“Yes, there's one thing I do want. I want to be aware of the minutes and the seconds, and to make each one count.”