Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.
First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.
A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.
Achilles absent was Achilles still!
The lot of man-to suffer and die.