Frank Booth: What kind of beer do you like? Jeffrey Beaumont: Heineken. Frank Booth: [shouting] Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
[Andy takes a swig of beer, leaving a "moustache" of froth on his moustache] Nicholas Angel: You've got a moustache. DS Andy Wainwright: ...I know.
Shaun: [about Ed] He's not my boyfriend! Ed: [handing beer to Shaun] It might be a bit warm, the cooler's off. Shaun: Thanks, babe. [winks]
Jack Torrance: [disappointed at finding the bar empty] God, I'd give anything for a drink. I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
[Rose is drinking black beer, Jack looks at her funny] Rose: What? Do you think a first class girl can't drink?
Wolverine: Got any beer? Bobby: This is a school. Wolverine: So that's a "no"? Bobby: Yeah, that's a "no." Wolverine: Got anything other than chocolate milk?
It's really difficult working with kids and with babies because they are not cooperative subjects: they are not socialized into the idea that they should cheerfully and cooperatively give you information. They're not like undergraduates, who you can ...
I'd loved to wear jeans and t-shirts, but everybody was in the peace movement back then. And that was my ploy. I had to be careful not to say things like 'I like meat.' Actually I just wanted to drink beer and to screw.
Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition, men have at all times, and in all countries, called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine, beer, opium, brandy, or tobacco.
Eve Harrington: When you're a secretary in a brewery, it's pretty hard to make-believe you're anything else. Everything is beer.
Lefou: [singing] Gaston is the best, and the rest is all dr-ips! [accidentally splashes a mug of beer on Gaston standing right behind him]
Jake: Uh, Bob, about the money for tonight. Bob: Oh, yeah, $200, and you boys drank $300 worth of beer.
Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.
A broken heart, too much cold beer, ocean waves and a willing man were never a good combination, no matter what the country songs said.
This is the biggest damn IPod I've ever seen," Claire said, which made him choke on his beer. "Kidding. I have seen a jukebox before.
The stars glittered in the sky and as the number of people at the party grew there were merging conversations and laughter and bodies moving in outlines around the kegs of beer in a curtsy of youth.
Scientists are a friendly, atheistic, hard-working, beer-drinking lot whose minds are preoccupied with sex, chess and baseball when they are not preoccupied with science.
What sort of place lets you drive and vote and fuck before it lets you drink a beer?” ~Mark Cooper
Is that-am I looking at her beaver?" Mid-swig, I choke on the mouthful of beer, sputtering and coughing. After I recover, I ask jokingly, "'Beaver'? Are you Canadian or something?
Your party kicked so much ass!Even though you suck so much! It's like, instead of blood, your heart pumps liquid suck! But thanks for the beer!
Love is to beer as I am to drunk. And you say I’m not romantic. Shoot, I’m so romantic I could just puke.
