Nagbibigay na, sinasakal pa. Iyan ang Ginebra.

The only thing we chase our shots with are high-fives.

This isn’t champagne anymore. We went through the champagne a long time ago. This is serious stuff. The days of champagne are long gone.

99% of all problems can be solved by money — and for the other 1% there’s alcohol.

[She] soon perceived that as she walked in the flock, sometimes with this one, sometimes with that, that the fresh night air was producing staggerings and serpentine courses among the men who had partaken too...

An elderly black man with gray hair said, “Every bottle should come with a warning: ‘This bottle may cause you to lose your job. This bottle may cause you to get a divorce. This bottle...

Bottled, was he?” Said Colonel Bantry, with an Englishman’s sympathy for alcoholic excess. “Oh, well, can’t judge a fellow by what he does when he’s drunk? When I was at Cambridge, I remember I put...

Like a great fool, I went ashore with them, and they gave me some cursed stuff they called gin, – such blasphemy I never heard! At first when they told me they had set up...

It is ethanol that everyone is after when they drink alcoholic beverages. That is what gives us the euphoric feeling, and that is what all vendors of alcoholic drinks are selling.

We named the bar The Bar. “People will think we’re ironic instead of creatively bankrupt,” my sister reasoned.Yes, we thought we were being clever New Yorkers – that the name was a joke no one...

I left Mermaid’s Bar and Grill about 2:00 am, and fishtailed out of the parking lot.

Ignorance is a lot like alcohol: the more you have of it, the less you are able to see its effect on you.

Mieszamy razem wszystkie składniki i pijemy z lodem ku własnej uciesze lub na własną zgubę.

How many nights are we here?” Cassie asked. “Six? So we need what, 20 bottles?

He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn’t quite dawned on him yet.

The devil lives in a double-shot”, Roman explains himself obscurely. “I got a great worm inside. Gnaws and gnaws. Every day I drown him and every day he gnaws. Help me drown the worm, fellas.

I took a breath. Pictured the bed waiting for me upstairs. Then retreated to the lobbybar alone and ordered an ice-cold gin martini, a small signal to myself that my work was done. I held...

Hi, this is Ganymede, cup-bearer to Zeus, and when I’m out buying wine for the Lord of the Skies, I always buckle up!

Things, since you left, have not gone well with me: they have taken me from a place where there was gin to a place where there is no gin[.]

As a lover or a dipsomaniac, I’ve no doubt of your being a most fascinating specimen. But as a combiner of forms, you must honestly admit it, you’re a bore.

At first I assumed he was a Mexican, but slowly began to realise that a real Mexican probably wouldn’t be wearing a sombrero in a London nightclub. And he’d probably have a real moustache, not...

I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: “Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.

I would pour you a glass of wine, but wouldn’t it be more romantic if you sipped it out of my armpit?

If you could pour my love like it was a bottle of wine, would you have one glass or two? That was a trick question, because the answer is you’d drink it all—straight out of...

Somebody get me a bottle of booze—and a reason to quit drinking. I fell in love twice today, and I only encountered one other person.

Sottotenente Montanelli: – Bere e vivere. Cognac. Dormire e vivere e cognac. Stare all’ombra e vivere. E ancora del cognac. E non pensare a niente. Perché, se dovessimo pensare a qualcosa, dovremmo ucciderci l’un l’altro...

Too many abused beers have suffered in the name of networking. Let us find a better way to mix torture and business.

I once heard someone say that the concept of moderation seems a little extreme, and tonight…I agree.

I feel like today should be a perfect Meatball day… Let’s just get wastey-pants!

Farrell had seen pure white drunkenness before, but not often enough to recognize it at sight. He knew the thing itself, however–the freight train rattling and lurching comically from hilarity to slobbering sorrow, picking up...

Cannabis sativa and its derivatives are strictly prohibited in Turkey, and the natural correlative of this proscription is that alcohol, far from being frowned upon as it is in other Moslem lands, is freely drunk;...

It would not be until darkness had taken indisputable control over the land, until the flames of the bonfire created an unreal world of shadows, until tequila and mescal untied men from their somber selves.

I was in love with a beautiful blond once. She drove me to drink. That’s the one thing I’m indebted to her for.

Being me is a job — is labour so time-consuming and expensive that I have to have a second job just to support it. So that I can drink, I have to get drink and...

It’s 4:58 on Friday afternoon. Do you know where your margarita is?

I’m not drunk, just a little stoned.

Alcohol lowered inhibitions. It didn’t create impulses that weren’t there.

I used the boos, and not the booze, as motivation. That led to applause, which I drank up like an alcoholic. I need a refill.

If you drink alcohol with your friends, then friends will become your enemies. If you drink alcohol with your enemies, then your enemies will become animals.

Whenever I drink, I always have one too many. Of course, I only ever drink one.

Whiskey burns—my throat, not a forest. Love burns—my heart, not a forest. As for the forest, it burnt itself. At least that’s what I told the police during their interrogation.

Alcohol. It sucks the life out of a face and replaces it with its own dumb shine of inanity. It’s up to you. If you want to lose yourself, have a drink.

I get that. For you, it’s more than following a bunch of rules—no sex, no booze, no swear words, pray every night and twice on Sunday.

Alcohol does not a change a person’s fundamental value system. People’s personalities when intoxicated, even though somewhat altered, still bear some relationship to who they are when sober. When you are drunk you may behave...

I live on shameless flattery…and vodka…but the two usually go hand in hand.

Nothing bonds two solitary individuals like a good shared drunk. This is a scientific fact. It’s important, even necessary for the long-term welfare of the planet to get good and shit-faced with your neighbor every...

you never know u r drunk until u wake up with a dickhead in the morning.

To a drinker the sensation is real and pure and akin to something spiritual: you seek; in the bottle, you find.