She grinned at me. “You got types?”
“Only you, darling – lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.”
“And how about the red-head you wandered off with at Quinns’ last night?”
“That’s silly,” I said. “She just wanted to show me some French etchings.
-Nick talking to wife Nora, The Thin Man, Dashiel Hammett, 1933