“'Well, the case is all yours,' said Binswanger grudgingly. 'But the Commissioner sure don't like having this bastard crappin' away on his own front doorstep while Mr Hoover sits down in Washington well to leeward of the stink. Why don't we pull him in on tax evasion or misuse of the mails or parkin' in front of a hydrant or sumpn? Take him down to the Tombs and give 'em the works? If the Feds won't do it, we'd be glad to oblige.'”

— 1954, Ian Fleming, “The Big Switchboard”, in Live and Let Die, London: Pan Books, published 1957, page 36:

“To test the possibility that her husband’s luck was indestructible, Mary went to the crap tables and made a small bet.”

— 1974, John Savage, The Winner’s Guide to Dice, New York, N.Y.: Grosset & Dunlap, →ISBN, page 16:

“I step up to the least-crowded crap table, taking my place to the right of a country-and-western-type stickwoman with tightly permed blond hair who looks as if she would be more comfortable dressed in the square-dance outfit of the Frontier than wearing the chinoiserie, or maybe the japonaiserie, of her purple kimono uniform.”

— 1992, Edward Allen, Mustang Sally, New York, N.Y.; London: W. W. Norton & Company, →ISBN, page 72: