Didn't you hear I come in six-packs? :)

"Well, if you'd let me explain, sir,' said the insect tapping the most petulant of all the tentacles at his disposal, 'I'm afraid that isn't possible right now as Mr.Zarniwoop is on an intergalactic cruise.'
Hell, thought Zaphod.
'When's he going to be back?' he said.
'Back, sir? He's in his office.'
Zaphod paused whilst he tried to sort this particular thought in his mind. He didn't succeed.

'The cat's on an intergalactic cruise....in his office?' He leaned forward and gripped the tapping tentacle.
'Listen, three eyes,' he said, 'don't try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.'

'Well, just who do you think you are, honey?' flounced the insect quivering its wings in rage, 'Zaphod Beeblebrox or something?'
'Count the heads,' said Zaphod in a low rasp.
The insect blinked at him. It blinked at him again.
'You are Zaphod Beeblebrox?' it squeaked.
'Yeah', said Zaphod, 'but don't shout it out or they'll all want one.'
'The Zaphod Beeblebrox?'
'No, just a Zaphod Beeblebrox, didn't you hear I come in six-packs?'

The insect rattled its tentacles together in agitation.
'But, sir,' it squealed, 'I just heard on the sub-ether radio report. It said you were dead........'
'Yeah, that's right,' said Zaphod, 'I just haven't stopped moving yet.'

Page 178, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy', Douglas Adams