Dismal foggy evening it must be...

Bars are no longer neighborhood living rooms where people go on a regular basis.

They're at the bar drinking.

They're at the bar drinking beer.

This chap's got a pub. Pub?

Wanda Skutnik's store in the Polish district... was the front for a speakeasy.

The bar.

At the bar?

Bars.

In the saloon.

Friend! Friend!

Here's some sake. Drink and relax

Heavy robbery in Trastevere ! One dead and one wounded !

Here we are, let's drink.

At the bar.

At the bar.

Let's drink.

Let's drink!

How about a beer?

Wash it down with wine, Tenente.

Rhett, won't everyone be jealous?

Which bar?

Come on, let's go get a ball.

At the Bar des Amis Getting hammered.

Tending bar?

Better have a drink first.

speakeasy.

Clayton Hotel.

Let's have some wine.

There isn't a café for miles.

Is sit around a cocktail lounge in the afternoon.

Got drunk, fight in a bar, manslaughter.

Get the tequila at a distant bar.

Vermouth. One for you? Uh, two vermouth.

This is a bar?

Not at chato's.

Did you go to Noir?

The bar's outside.

Something about smoke in the bar.

For alcoholics and teetotallers.

Rubio, in the bar.

You'll always be one!

I want to be drinking with him in a bar.

We'll go for supplies and drop in at the bar

Bar's closed. Right, Sister Jorgensen?