Back in my rummy days, I would tremble and shake for hours upon arising. It was the only exercise I got.

I could juggle anything in my day. Balls, cigar boxes, knives...But there was one thing I could never juggle. My income tax.

A man who's intoxicated all the time doesn't need sympathy.

I must have a drink of breakfast.

I didn't say the meat was tough. I said I didn't see the horse that is usually outside.

I only drink to steady my nerves... sometimes I'm so steady I don't move for months.

What a gorgeous day. What effulgent sunshine. It was a day of this sort the McGillicuddy brothers murdered their mother with an axe.