The trouble with cops is not that they're dumb or crooked or tough, but that they think just being a cop gives them a little something that they didn… - Raymond Chandler

I hung up.
It was a step in the right direction, but it didn't go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hid under the desk.

"Marlowe's the name. The guy you've been trying to follow around for a couple of days."

"I ain't following anybody, doc."

"This jalopy is. Maybe you can't control it. Have it your own way. I'm now going to eat breakfast in the coffee shop across the street: orange juice, bacon and eggs, toast, honey, three or four cups of coffee, and a toothpick. I am then going up to my office, which is on the seventh floor of the building right opposite you. If you have anything that's worrying you beyond endurance, drop up and chew it over. I'll only be oiling my machine gun."

Racket beer, sonny,” he said sadly. “Tasteless as a roadhouse blonde.” (Spanish Blood)