You'd puke your guts out at the sight of a dead man.

These great lost trees bled this strange mixture.

I'm gonna get me a whole big bunch of grapes off of the bush... and I'm gonna squash them all over my face... and let the juice drain down off of my chin.

Ginger beer! Oh, ginger beer.

Tomato juice, puffed rice, sardines, tomato juice.

Fruit juice?

Orange juice.

What? Coconut milk.

Strawberry! Mmm!

Drink this juice.

I drink fruit juice.

Tom drinks juice.

No orange juice?

Ginger ale?

With white sauce.

They only appear to scaredycats like me, not to brave guys like you.

I would like fruit juice.

I'm drinking orange juice.

I love apple juice.

Just the juice of a few fresh flowers.

How about a nice, big, juicy steak?

It's grapefruit juice.

I had no milk.

Where's the cider? Greetings!

The sorriest beardog I ever owned or followed.

Guido is scared! Guido is scared!

Orange juice, please.

Orange juice or champagne?

We sell orange juice.

Do you like juice?

Tom is drinking juice.

Did you buy juice?

Tom drank some juice.

I love passion fruit juice.

She's drinking apple juice.

He wants ginger beer!

Small ginger beer. You shall have it.

Here's your drink, lady.

Barrels of them.

Out of tomato juice?

And there was no milk.

Gin and orange. Judith?

Go and get the sauces. Go on.

Guts!

Don't you dare.