Dortmunder said, "Harriet, could you call me a cab?"
The nephew said, "You're a cab."

Drowned Hopes?

Это What's The Worst That Could Happen, самая длинная книга про Дортмундера.
В личном топе - на втором месте после Hot Rock.

Одна из лучших сцен в O.J. Bar&Grill:

"It's a code," the first regular was saying. "It's a code and only the cash registers can read it."
"Why do it in code?" the second regular asked him. "The Code War's over."
A third regular now hove about and steamed into the conversation, saying, "What? The Code War? It's not the Code War, where ya been? It's the Cold War."
The second regular was serene with certainty. "Code," he said. "It was the Code War because they used all those codes to keep the secrets from each other."
With a little pitying chuckle, he said, "Cold War. Why would anybody call a war cold?'
The third regular, just as certain but less serene, said, "Anybody's been awake the last hundred years knows, it was called the Cold War because it's always winter in Russia."
The second regular chuckled again, an irritating sound. "Then how come," he said, "they eat salad?"
The third regular, derailed, frowned at the second regular and said, "Salad?"
"With Russian dressing." (...)

Супер ;)
Не в курсе, перевод печатали?

Не уверен.
По слухам, печатали. Я с КПК читал, бо - очень уж там много непереводимостей, в любом случае. Вот тебе еще кусочек, из той же сцены:
The first regular said, "I think everybody's wrong," and called, "Rollo! What's the name of that code, all the black lines on everything you buy?"
"Bar," Rollo answered, dropping some pliers and a screwdriver.
"There's a one-track mind for you," said the first regular, and all the regulars chuckled, even the fifth regular, who was asleep with his head pillowed by a copy of Soldier of Fortune magazine.
"This is a bar, Rollo," the third regular called, and they all chuckled again, as Andy Kelp walked in, shared a hello with Rollo, and walked over to join Dortmunder.
The first regular was saying, "There is a name, though, for those black lines, I know there is."
Andy said, "We the first?"
The second regular, doubt in his voice, said, "Morse?"
"Yes," Dortmunder said.
The third regular, blossoming with scorn like time-lapse photography, said, "Morse! Man, do you get things haywire. Morse code is what they put on those little notices they stick on the bottom of the furniture that you're not supposed to take off. It's a federal law, and it's named after Senator Morse."
"Civil," said the fourth regular, with both eyes open.
The third regular turned to repel this new attack. "We're bein civil," he announced. "All except somebody I don't feel I wanna mention."
"Civil code," said the fourth regular, being civil. "That's what they call the black lines."
A quick bzt sound came from the general direction of Rollo, followed by a curse, and the dropping of a lot of tools. "No," the first regular said, "it is not the civil code, which is something to do with the subways. It's called something else. I'd know it if I heard it."
Still on his knees, Rollo backed away from the window, then stood.
"Area?" suggested the fourth regular.
"No no no," the first regular said, "area codes is another word for zoning."
Rollo picked up his tools and the neon sign and headed for the bar.
"Zip?" suggested the fourth regular.
The other regulars all looked down at their pants.

Отлично. Ребята тупят не хуже меня ;)\
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