"He´s coming up," I told Nora. "He´s had breakfast, but you´d better order some coffee for him. I want chicken livers."
Chicken liver for breakfast. Mmh, yummy. If I would be Nora, this would be the moment that I would file for a divorce.
And this is pure gold as well:
"[...] How about something to cut the phlegm?"
"Why don´t you stay sober today?"
"We didn´t come to New York to stay sober. [...]"
You don´t say. God, I´m so glad when I´m done with this book.