Roger Thornhill: No. No, Mother, I have not been drinking. No. No. These two men, they poured a whole bottle of bourbon into me. No, they didn't give me a chaser.
Linda Wheatley: I'm gonna make some coffee. Karl, you want some coffee? Karl: Coffee makes me nervous when I drink it. Mmm.
Queen: [Passes the skeleton of a prisoner reaching for a pitcher] Thirsty? Have a drink! [Kicks the pitcher; the skeleton crumbles and a spider skitters out]
Willy Wonka: [revving the motor of the soft-drink powered Wonkamobile] Swifter than eagles! Stronger than lions! [the Wonkamobile spurts foam at him]
Nick: I'm tired, I've been drinking since nine o'clock, my wife is vomiting, there's been a lot of screaming going on around here!
Nick: May I use the... uh... bar? George: Oh, yes... yes... by all means. Drink away... you'll need it as the years go on.
Still, I have been no one's enemy but my own. My easy nature, either in drinking or anything else, was always ready to submit to persuasions of profligate companions, who often led me into snares.
I keep fit, I work out, I eat pretty damn well, I don't drink like a fish, and all of those things are tempered with a holistic mind-set that you need to damn well respect the vehicle that you're walking around in.
I sat in at every club in New York City, jamming with musicians, because it felt right - and because it felt right and we were having fun - the people dancing and sipping their drinks in the clubs felt it too and it made them smile.
For watching sports, I tend to drink Guinness; early evenings always begin well with a Grey Goose and tonic with plenty of lime; and on a cold winter's night, there's nothing quite like a glass of Black Maple Hill... an absolute peach of a bourbon.
New Orleans lives by the water and fights it, a sand castle set on a sponge nine feet below sea level, where people made music from heartache, named their drinks for hurricanes and joked that one day you'd be able to tour the city by gondola.
I juice a lot; I get as much protein as I can, because being a vegan, there isn't much protein. But that's pretty much it. I just drink lots of water, too. I'll have a protein shake as well every morning.
But say some, would you expose woman to the contact of rough, rude, drinking, swearing, fighting men at the ballot box? What a humiliating confession lies in this plea for keeping woman in the background!
Detective Richie Roberts: Good work Frank. You... want a drink or something? Celebrate? Frank Lucas: You got any holy water?
Maj. Julian Cook: Those are British troops at Arnhem. They're hurt bad. And you're just gonna sit here... and... drink tea?
Murphy: Yeah, it's St. Paddy's Day, everyone's Irish tonight. Why don't you just pull up a stool and have a drink with us?
[Jim downs a bottle of whiskey in one long guzzle] Bart: A man drink like that and he don't eat, he is going to DIE. Jim: [eagerly] When?
Hamilton Swan: I remember what I was drinking when I met you. It was a grande espresso. Meg Swan: That's right. And I thought that was really sexy.
Today, grass-roots Republicans want to drink a bottle of 2010 small-government wine, but our candidates were bottled in another era, before the tea party's ideas took root.
I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.
I'm at a slightly higher risk for type 2 diabetes, and my grandmother had diabetes. My hemoglobin a1c, which is one of the measures, started being a little high when I was drinking a ton of that coconut water.
