Wisdom of the Ages: "Rainier" A beer and a mountain. You drink enough of one and the next day you feel like you fell off the other. All next week Wisdom of the Ages will be featuring the Seattle Seahawks and Super Bowl Topics. Tomorrow's Topic: "Tom ...
I suppose if I went to Turkey - I mean, I can't imagine going that far away, but if I did go to Turkey, yes, I would probably try to know 'please' and 'sorry' and 'thank you', and 'a beer please', and all the useful words.
Cheerfully fessing up to our failures turns crazy mind off, humility and compassion on. I learned this in a karate dojo that had a strange tradition. Everyone there loved recounting failure stories, and after an evening of smacking one another, we'd ...
I can get along great with the Hispanics. In fact, I sure would like to meet them, even the politicians, maybe in the back room or whatever, have a couple of beers and try to explain. But they need to understand that I enforce the laws. I want to lis...
Vern: Geez, Gordie. Why couldn't you have gotten breakfast stuff? Like Twinkies and Pez and Root Beer? Gordie: Sorry, Vern. I guess a more experienced shopper could have gotten more for your seven cents.
Pink: Wait a minute. Who put the keg all the way out here in the woods? Jodi: I dunno. This is where they said it would be Pink: Really? Jodi: Really? We don't need the beer anyway. Jodi, Pink: [start making out]
Sergeant Milton Warden: Rose, do you know why I like to have you serve me beer? So as I can watch you when you walk away.
[first lines] American Athlete: Hey! Oh! Shame, shame! Closing down the beer garden. 100 meter dash powered by knackwurst and lager. American Athlete: Where are you guys from? American Athlete: What is your event?
Cousin Eddie: Yeah, I bet you could use a cool one, eh? Clark: Now you're talking! [Eddie hands Clark his opened beer he'd been drinking and opens the last fresh one for himself]
Bartender: That green beer you're peddlin' just ain't any good. Bowtie Driver: It ain't supposed to be good! It's supposed to be bought. Bartender: I ain't buyin'. Bowtie Driver: Don't worry about it, pops! We won't come back.
[First Lines] [Tick is hit in back of head with beer can, falls] Felicia: Are you Okay?... [Felicia grabs mic] Felicia: Oh that was fucking charming, you gutless pack of dickheads.
Horst passed him a bottle he had picked up in his rapid trip from there to here. Remarkably, it's contents had survived the transit. "Drink this," he said, unmoved by Cabal's anger. "You need to save your voice for your next session." Cabal took the ...
Gareth Miller grabbed the beer first, then the hotdog, because if there’s one thing you don’t want to be caught dead without at these sorts of events it’s beer. The hotdog was strictly for show, a prop, a way of blending in. Burst of static in ...
Sgt. Pete Karelsen: I'm getting sick and tired watching you being a stooge for Holmes. Sergeant Milton Warden: You won't see it much longer. I'm getting sick and tired of it myself. I'm through, Pete. Any day now. And I mean it. Sgt. Pete Karelsen: [...
Frank Bailey: Get this straight, you corn-holin' fucker. You tell your queer-ass nigger bosses that they ain't never gonna find those civil rightsers down here! So you might as well pack up and go back up North where you came from and... [Anderson gr...
[Trapper has just opened a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer] Hawkeye Pierce: I see you are a beer drinker, sir. Would you care for a martini? Trapper John: A martini? Yeah, I'd love a martini. Hawkeye Pierce: [to Ho-Jon] Ho-Jon, get the gentleman a mart...
Cassie Cartwright: Just finished my shift. Wanna dance? Ennis Del Mar: I was just on my way to the... Cassie Cartwright: [takes his arm and leads to dance floor] I'm Cassie; Cassie Cartwright. Ennis Del Mar: Ennis. Ennis Del Mar: Del Mar. Ennis Del M...
While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in. silently and greyly, with its head bowed and i...
Oh look, yet another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food, and beer.... Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment, and spirituality would mix so harmoniousl...
That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer soaked through its carpets.
The marketing people are always talking about something called 'consumers'. I have this image of a fat little man in baggy Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and a straw hat with beer-can openers dangling from it, clutching fistfuls of dollars.
