— Just a club soda, I'm driving.
— It's an open bar, cutie.
— Give me a bucket of Scotch.
Why is the rum always gone?
To alcohol! The cause of and solution to all of life's problems!
Trouble is when you’re sober you don’t want to see anybody, and when you’re tight nobody wants to see you.
— One Russian blonde. One Scottish brunette. And a full-bodied redhead from Napa Valley. Charlie's angels.
Explanation:
Charlies chooses alcoholic beverages
Now the question on the tabIe... is how drunk is drunk enough? And the answer is, it's all a matter of brain cells. Brain cells? That's right. Every drink of liquor you take kills 1000 brain cells. But that don't matter, we got billions more. First the sadness cells die, so you smile real big. Then the quiet cells go, so you talk real loud for no reason at all. That's okay,|because the stupid ceIIs go next so everything you say|is reaI smart. And finally... come the memory cells. These are tough sons of bitches|to kill.
Show me the man who is both sober and happy, and I will show you the crinkled anus of a lying asshole.
— What is your nationality?
— I'm a drunkard.
— And that makes Rick a citizen of the world.
This is what I got going for the party liquor-wise. Get a lot of liquor.