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At the nudie bar.
Welcome to Bada Bing. Everything’s on the house.
The truck could use four new tires, this house could use a new paint job, and some decent furniture, and I, myself, could use some new clothing.
I saw it in the window and just had to try it on.
Bringing you lot up to speed is like trying to explain Norway to a dog.
Hey! Are you calling me stupid? You’re the one that’s stupid, okay? You jack-faced butthole!
It has a certain understated stupidity.
I cry because other people are stupid, and that makes me sad.
If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn’t just stand there and watch children cry.
Ah, criminy. Here come the waterworks.
Have a good cry, Batman.
Think of it, Batman: to never again walk on a summer’s day, with the hot wind in your face and a warm hand to hold. Oh, yes. I’d kill for that.
So, what’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?
What’s a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?
I’m pursuing my lifelong quest for the perfect, the absolutely driest martini to be found in this or any other world. And I think I may have hit upon the perfect formula. You pour six jiggers of gin, and you drink it while staring at a picture of Lorenzo Schwartz, the inventor of vermouth.
I want a dry martini, Mr. Quang. I want it to be so dry that the olives have dust on them.
-“BB”-
You don’t know how to drink. Your whole generation, you drink for the wrong reasons. My generation, we drink because it’s good, because it feels better than unbuttoning your collar, because we deserve it. We drink because it’s what men do.
Today we celebrate… beer. The cause of - and solution to - all of life’s problems.
That’s that amber sudsy stuff, right? I’ve heard good things about it!
The first time the amber quarantine had to be used was on October 17th, 1989. 63 civilians were trapped inside.