One more drink and I'll be under the host.

Drunkenness is when the tongue walks on stilts and reason goes forward under half a sail.

Mr Cobb was my escort. Such a nice escort, Mr Cobb. So attentive. You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober. I mean, just for the record. So it could become a part of history, that brief flashing moment, soon buried in time, but never forgotten - when Larry Cobb was sober.

I'm not drunk, just a little stoned.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.