I don’t know what reception I’m at, but for God’s sake give me a gin and tonic.

I’ll stick with gin. Champagne is just ginger ale that knows somebody.

“As I watched them file down the stairs, I didn’t cry and I wasn’t afraid. But I couldn’t tell if it was Jesus or the gin.”

“Yep, Gin and Brandi. Call me crazy, but naming your daughters after alcoholic beverages is just asking for trouble.”

“boys, girls and music . . why do they need gin?”

“Gin is a confusing drink. It’s the only liquid that’s both wet and dry.”

“She is the gin. Cold, intoxicating. Gives you a rush, makes you warm inside, makes you lose your head. Take too much, it makes you sick and shuts you down.

He is the coffee, hot, steaming, filtered. You have to add stuff to it to make it taste good. Grinds your stomach, makes you jittery, wired, and tense. Bad trip, keeps you up, burns you out.

Coffee and gin don’t mix, never do, everybody keeps trying and trying to make it taste good.”

“I feel wonderful and sad. It’s the gin.”

“Nothing is more pleasurable than to sit in the shade, sip gin and contemplate other people’s adulteries, and while the wormy apple of marriage still lives, the novel will not die.” — John Skow

“A perfect martini should be made by filling a glass with gin then waving it in the general direction of Italy.” – Noël Coward