Jay: Pack o' wraps, my brotherman, time to kick back, drink some beers and shmoke some weed!
Pink: Put some ice on it. After that, there's nothing a few beers won't take care of.
[the whale groans] Dory: Okay, he either said, "move to the back of the throat," or he "wants a root beer float".
Elwood P. Dowd: Wouldn't that get a little monotonous, just Akron, cold beer and 'poor, poor thing' for two weeks?
Alvin Straight: I haven't had a drink in a lotta years, but now I'm gonna have me a cold beer.
Really hairy backs on men turn me off. I'm not into the ape thing at all. Or beer bellies and flabby arms, either. Also, one random nose hair which is longer than the others... that's gross.
I can't actually read interviews with thesps now because they're almost always fantastically predictable, the men especially. Actors are forever stressing their ordinariness, their beer and football-loving commitments.
Biff Tannen: I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you got for me is lite beer? [chuckles]
Violet: You seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous, Corky? Corky: No. [drinks from beer bottle] Violet: Thirsty, maybe?
I have always wanted to open up a brewery slash goat farm. Brew some beer, make some goat cheese, but that's kinda dreamy.
I simply went down there to catch up with an old mate of mine, who owns the place. He's the one who wrote the book on the place, but no, no movie, just a beer.
Smoking’s banned in my house. Cigarettes harm your body,” he said, knocking back half of the bottle of beer.
Finally- no more ruddy show for the folks back home. No pretending it's all beer and skittles and no one ever gets hurt.- Phoenix and Ashes
Since the outbreak of war, there has been in our country a steady increase in the consumption of spirits, wine and beer. It is estimated that in dollar volume, the annual outlay is now practically double what it was before the war.
There was gray train smoke over the town most days, it smelled of travel, of transcontinental trains about to flash by, of important things about to happen. The train smell sounded the ‘A’ for Lamptown and then a treble chord of frying hamburger ...
Stale beer sticks to wobbling tables. The cigarette machine flashes in the corner, mocking smokers who never have any change on them. There’s no natural light in this pub, so it’s dark and gloomy. The pain on the face of the staff tells its own s...
Ten derde: ze spuiten er een zoutoplossing in die zo hels smerig is dat er een bittere smaak door je mond trekt, een smaak die het resultaat lijkt van een innige samenwerking tussen Voldemort, The Joker en Satan zelf. Of nee, erger - Winnie de Poeh. ...
Narrator: Oh, it's late. Hey, thanks for the beer. Tyler Durden: Yeah, man. Narrator: I should find a hotel. Tyler Durden: [in disbelief] What? Narrator: What? Tyler Durden: A hotel? Narrator: Yeah. Tyler Durden: Just ask, man. Narrator: What are you...
Kelly: [Josie has walked into the saloon in Santa Rio] What'll you have? Josey Wales: Whiskey. Rose: [laughing] Maybe you'd like somethin' else. Josey Wales: Beer? Kelly: Been a long time since somebody ordered a drink in San Rio. Ten Spot: Been a lo...
This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
I could feel her breasts up against my stomach. I wanted a beer real bad.
