Dick: What do you want?
George: Oh so some gin, a bottle of scotch, oh and a little bottle of that rye. You better put in one of those cognacs, too.
(12) Thin Man
Nick: Hello, baby.
Nora: (indicating the dog) He’s dragged me into every gin mill on the block.
Nick: I had him out this morning.
Nora: I thought so. He even tried to drag me into the gentlemen’s —