A slice of spumoni wouldn't have melted on her now. - Raymond Chandler

I looked down at the chessboard. The move with the knight was wrong. I put it back where I had moved it from. Knights had no meaning in this game. It wasn't a game for knights.

I did it for you. I took in a pint of bourbon with me. She’s a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge’s second term, I’ll eat my spare tire, rim and all.

You like it in jail?'
'It's not too bad. You don't meet the best people, but who the hell wants to?