Context: 2 thugs, Coney and Lionel, talking to the Jamaican security guard (Albert) in a Brooklyn hospital waiting room while their boss is being operated on. He'd been knifed brutally in the guts.
"You gotta cigarette for us, Albert?" said Coney.
"Can't smoke in here, mon," said Albert softly.
"No, that's a good, sensible rule,"said Coney. "'Cause you got all these people in here that's concerned about their health."
Coney was occasionally a master of the intimidating non sequitur. He certainly had Albert stymied now.
- Motherless Brooklyn, Johathan Lethem
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