I'm racking my brains with my pen

My family did everything they could.

I used everything short of a drill to get oxytocin into my own brain.

Here I was again, trying to figure out what to do.

I mean, many of you right now are probably going through your head.

Vincent, I've just spent a year beating my brains out.

So don't fry your brain and grumble All it means is rough n' tumble

On his way to execution, he took a pistol from one of the guards and blew his own brains out.

Ginger beer! Oh, ginger beer.

Tomato juice, puffed rice, sardines, tomato juice.

Fruit juice?

Orange juice.

What? Coconut milk.

Strawberry! Mmm!

We didn't know that swallowing too much raw politics can put a crease in your head a lot deeper than that homemade Kickapoo joy juice that we used to concoct back in Arkansas.

Drink this juice.

I drink fruit juice.

Tom drinks juice.

No orange juice?

Ginger ale?

With white sauce.

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!

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?