The AA meetings didn't help Marge at all. She couldn't seem to get alcohol off her mind.
What's your poison? Oh, nevermind, I see you've brought your own.
I don't always drink but when I do...
If I'm old enough to work in a sweatshop, you bet your ass I'm old enough to have a drink!
Fred will never forget his first encounter with the spitting cats of the plains.
I can has MOAR funny LOLcats?
Another butterbeer, Tom! And a cracker for Polly!