Scotch. I've got it.

Three Scotches, one vodka and orange juice...

I haven't the vaguest recollection.

A small scotch.

Double scotch and gin on the side and, uh, a bourbon chaser.

A cup of coffee and a bourbon and soda. Yes, sir.

I'd prefer a little Scotch with a lot of water, if you don't mind.

Keep playing. What would you like, Scotch?

Your scotch.

Could I contribute half a bottle of scotch?

Bring us a bottle of scotch and keep the change, if any.

And just let the vermouth blow a kiss at the gin.

Man, what a life. What a life. Hey, Susie, get me another bottle on the shelf, huh?

Tell him he can bring me six Scotches every halfhour as long as I'm here.

Scotch for you, sir, and Pernod for madam.

Miss, more sake!

Fill them up again, bartender.

Put the liquor in.

There's one rye... two scotch, one afterdinner liqueur and... and this here.

Vermouth cassis.

Have some more sake.

Scotch on the rocks.

Put the booze in the bowl.

This was vodka and solution, gin and solution.

And this time, would you just let the vermouth blow a kiss at the gin?

More drinks, everybody?

Easy on the vermouth.

Well, how about a malted with a little vodka?

Soda? Straight.

Cato. Cato, Missouri.

I can make 'em with vodka.

Scotch, gin, vodka...

With an overdose of Bons Bois.

Come join us at the bar.

Where? At the Trigger Whisky saloon, triggerman!

You artillerymen are so smart because you can take everything with you, both vodka and snacks.

Vermouth cassis, please.

They were at Gaston's bar.

Scotch and soda, please. Miss?

A scotch and soda.

lobsters à la Newburg with a special white wine sauce...

Gin and lemon, please, Mrs. Tippet.

God will requite you even more if you take me to Trigger Whisky saloon.

When they let down the coffin and dust returns to dust.

Russian vodka.