Lead me to those who guard me.

St. George, a just patron.

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

Two of them are Vishnu, the preserver, and Shiva, the destroyer.

Save me and hover over me with your wings, O heavenly guards.

I taste your drink, daughter of Isis and if there be harm in it, let the harm fall upon me.

And may love be your keeper

You fellas don't mind drinking with gamblers and fort soldiers, do you?

They're at the bar drinking.

They're at the bar drinking beer.

This chap's got a pub. Pub?

The bar.

At the bar?

Bars.

In the saloon.

Friend! Friend!

Here's some sake. Drink and relax

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.