The Thin Man - Dashiell Hammett

"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.