"Trouble is my business," I said. "Twenty-five a day and guarantee of two-fifty if I pull the job."
"Trouble is my business," I said. "How else will I make a nickel?"
"Why the ride home? Just to tell me that?"
"She asked me to look out for you. That's why you're loose. She likes you. I like her. See? You don't want any more trouble."
"Trouble -- " I started to say, and stopped. I was tired of that gag for the night.
Philip Marlowe, in Raymond Chandler's"Trouble Is My Business,"from Collected Stories.