What'll it be -- a crusta or a daisy?

Technically speaking, a cocktail is a type of mixed drink containing spirits, sugar, water, and bitters. . . . Now the word serves as a catchall term for any alcoholic mixed drink, but the cocktail was originally just one member of a family that included things like flips, nogs, daisies, cobblers, crustas, smashes, slings, sours, and the granddaddy of them all, punch.

 Ezra Glinter on The Golden Age of Cocktails:
http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2013/06/19/drinking-in-the-golden-age/

Bar talk: "The V.A. wants me to get laid. So that it will mellow me out."

Bar talk

 "You can win a fight and still get your tooth kicked in. I'm at the age now where I want to say 'I could totally kick your ass but I don't want to get my tooth kicked in.'"

More Orson Welles: I've always thought there were three sexes: men, women, and actors.

Orson Welles on the movies

 "It's the least interesting art medium for me to watch that there is. Except ballet - that's the only thing that's less interesting."




From "My Lunches With Orson"

Prophecy fulfilled

Bar talk:           "What's the short guy's name? Cause we're always doing shots together and I'm like "Dude, we've got to stop doing shots or I'll never remember your name.""

Abraham called Father of Monotheism, but it is the other way around. God declared Abraham to be Father of the one people.

Again:

Joy to the freeway
Joy to the cars
Joy to you baby
Wherever you are
Tonight Tonight Tonight

Josh Ritter

Just like that

"Sex with Hseng was like having ten thousand scalding-hot pork dumplings shot at you out of a greasy mortar cannon."

Ned Beauman, from "Glow"

Who are we?

"The fact is . . . we will believe what the brain tells us we see." NYRB review of Oliver Sack's "Hallucinations"

I may not understand what you say, but I'll defend to your death my right to deny it. -- Walt Kelly

Bartender Instruction:

"You have to have good wits and joints to be a great bartender for years."

Dream:

I gave Martin Scorcese, an old friend, a copy of "Treasure Island!!!" by Sara Levine. He seemed quite interested.

from My Little Chickadee.

On one of my travels through Afganistan we lost our corkscrew. Had to survive on food and water.

Bar talk: I love her. I just want to bite her face off.

Bar talk: "I'm pretty sure it is racist to call a black person Reggie unless you are positive his name is actually Reggie."