Waiter: Would you all like to see the menu? Or would you care to meet the main dish of the day?

Arthur: Meet?

Trillian: What is it?

Waiter: It’s an Ameglian Major Cow. I’ll bring him over.

Zaphod: Ok, we’ll meet the meat. that’s cool. [a large Pig-like creature is wheeled in on a trolley]

Dish of the Day: Bweeeh… [clears throat] Good evening, Madam and Gentlemen. I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my body? [Arthur and Trillian go “Huh?”]

Ford: Oh, well.

Dish of the Day: Something off my shoulder, perhaps, brazed in a little White Wine sauce?

Arthur: Your shoulder?

Dish of the Day: Well, naturally mine, sir. Nobody else’s is mine to offer. [clears throat] The, uh, rump is very good, sir. I have been exercising and eating plenty of grain so there’s a lot of good meat there. [moos] Or a casserole of me, perhaps?

Trillian: You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?

Ford: Me, I don’t mean anything.