Quotes About Bar

I hope to see my Pilot face to faceWhen I have crossed the bar.

On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.

Many shows in television have tried to do a Web element, and usually it's dumb. 'iCarly' has set the bar in television and Internet. I don't think there is better example. That may be the most significant thing about it.

Portland is the perfect weekend getaway. I studied acting in Portland and lived there for five years. It's a small city with so much to do. There's beautiful scenery, a great bar scene, and so many fabulous restaurants.

Every weekend I go to the guitar bar in Hoboken and do a jam session.

I burn a lot of energy when I'm filming, so I eat a mountain of chicken, broccoli, potatoes and salad, and if I'm absolutely exhausted, I'll have a chocolate bar, too.

Of all the life skills I could have learned - First aid? Nah. But I can pour a pint.

We'd get residencies in the local pubs. It was just an excuse to have a free tab at the bar, and then at some point people started chucking me a few quid for it. There was no game plan to any of it.

I'm too short to host a late-night talk show. It's like the bar at an amusement-park ride. You have to be six foot two or over.

Carlos comes back with our drinks. "What should we drink to?" "To love," says Brigitte. "To the few loyal customers I have left," says Carlos. I have to think for a minute. "To the dead. Let's think of them always, but not join them too soon." Everyone in the bar drinks to that.

An angel wouldn't know fun if it showed up in a blimp with dancing girls and a full bar.

We walked on to Don the Beachcomber's Bora Bora Lounge and went inside, sat at the Dagger Bar. Loana ordered a Cherry Blossom and I ordered, after slight hesitation, a Puka Puka.

A man walks into a bar and says: Take my wife–please. But you take him instead.

How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?" "When I got in, they said the manager was on the phone and would be a few minutes. So, I sat down and ordered a drink." This time, I did lean my forehead against the steering wheel. "What did you order?" "A martini." "A martini." I lifted my head. "You ordered a martini before a job interview." "It's a bar, Sage. I figured they'd be cool with it.

Too bad I couldn't take Hopper out drinking with me. He could have become Bar Hopper.

Dewar's and water," I said. "Yes. I don't care really, but everyone at work says if you don't order by name they give you bar whiskey.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly

I didn't like this. I didn't like this at all. I had been worried about Al trashing a bar. What if he showed up here amid Cincy's finest citizens and its most helpless orphans? I'd be lynched.

With all respect to James Bond, a martini should be stirred, not shaken.

The crowd quieted as a whole, but more than one creature cursed under his breath, Not Regin. A drunk hunched over the bar muttered, That glowing one made me eat a transistor radio once.

I'm a lawyer, said the corkscrew, proudly. I am accustomed to appear at the bar.

I was the guy at the end of the bar all hunched up and trying to disappear into his overcoat. Flattened hat on worn bar top. Hank of hair dangling over the face of a born lemon-sucker. They were all my breed. My people. Drinking alone or in even lonelier pairs. The guilty. The condemned. The

A curved bar partially divided the large front room. Behind it, a young woman with curly blond hair tied back with a red bandanna drew pints with cheerful efficiency. "What can I get for you?" she asked, smiling, as they reached the bar. "Just some information," said Gemma, returning the smile and holding up her warrant card. The girl's eyes widened. She glanced to either side, checking that

They would sit down at the bar, Mr. Perfect and the girl, and the predictable theatrics would start right up, so the moment he appeared I'd resign myself to a night of watching a wallet flirt with a price tag. Mr.