Nuns and priests must be dying from starvation.

I thought this excerpt (from Artists in Crime by Ngaio Marsh, 1938) was amusing.

"No nonsense with women. You and Sonia seem to be sitting in each other's pockets. Have you been living together?"

"When you're hungry," said Garcia, "you eat."

"Well, this isn't a restaurant, and you'll please remember that. You understand?"

I, for one, am sick of the self-service buffet. ;)