Quotes About Bar

Two Chemists went in a bar. One Chemist asked the waiter to get him H2O, and the second Chemist said that he would have H2O too. The waiter told them that they don't serve H2O2 because it's a powerful oxidizing agent.

Y'know," the blonde continued, "when I walked into that bar, I looked at you and I thought Gretchen, don't do it – he looks like a weirdo. But I ignored that voice, Remington. I ignored it and I gave you a chance and this is what happens? This?" "I don't want to kill you!" Remington wailed. "But I have to!" "You are the worst first date ever!" she yelled. "Definitely in the top three!

Language learning deserves special mention. It is, bar none, the best thing you can do to hone clear thinking.

My misdeeds are accidental happenings and merely the result of having been in the wrong bar or bed at the wrong time, say most days between midday and midnight.

Yes, I don't think hell will be a lot different from where I'm at now. In fact I'm fairly well convinced that I died in 1932 and this is it. I mean, just look at Norman in the Coach. All he needs is a trident in one hand -- I must get him to take his shoes off to see if he's got cloven hooves -- and there's your devil.

At a bar addiction is normalized, made to seem a regular part of living: the warm light and familiar faces, friendship or the illusion of it. Addicts are lonely creatures.

Of course she knows that I will not join her. I have never danced on a bar. I wouldn't know what to do up there besides fall.

The barman sniggered. 'Win? Nobody wins in here, junior.

A guy walks into a bar, and says to the barman: 'Gimme one whiskey for myself and ten billion for all my possible alternate selves.' - Professor Charles Smart

It's that drunk bitch in the Thirty-second Street bar.

Nothing to be sorry about," Therese said crisply. "I'm sure she looked sane at the bar.

I'm always frightened away by movies that lower the bar on our endeavor to learn more about the crazy weird creatures that we are.

When you decorate with neon beer lights, it's hard to create a class divide. So, the dive bar is an institution that welcomes every kind of person.

Trump talks like a guy at a bar in West Virginia. Trump talks like my dad sitting around the dinner table.

I passed the Bar on the first shot, But I have never practiced law.

'Dating Game' wasn't social commentary, political analysis, Shakespearean-level drama or even blunt-force comedy. It was just the televised equivalent of meeting someone at a bar. But it appealed to our most basic Darwinian instinct: selecting a good mate. You can't go wrong when a show's premise is hard-wired into human DNA.

Darts is bad.

I'd ban drinking from darts.

Any time a bar or chef cares more about their own ego than the tastes and comforts of their customers, they should just open a monument to themselves and not a business.

If you've ever been in a bar with a bunch of old sailors and see a guy that has an eagle tattooed across his chest, that guy has seen some stuff.

Gramercy Tavern appeared on the cover of New York Magazine the day we opened, and it was five deep at the bar with people who were not necessarily here to dine. They just wanted to kinda sniff out the hot, new restaurant.

She also told me about the night one of her astrophysics friends went to a bar trivia contest where the final question was "What does Kelvin measure?" The winning answer was "heat," but her friend explained that Kelvin measures temperature, not heat, since heat is energy and is measured in energy units like joules or ergs. The astronomer refused to back down, until the battle had to be settled with a chug-off. These astro people are hard-core.

They were the daughters of the great Hollywood film noir director John Farrow, a devout Catholic as well as a boozing, brawling, womanizing piece of work. Robert Mitchum (who starred in Farrow's nastiest and best noirs, Where Danger Lives and His Kind of Woman) said he was the only director who could outdrink him. When he wasn't hitting the bar, Farrow liked to discuss theology with visiting nuns and priests.

Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. "Pistol whipping elderly women isn't precisely our mission statement, Cal." I hadn't been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn't pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in.