Bar Brawler In Spirit Pillows

"Watch it. He'll take a swing at you."

"Smile when you say that, pardner."

"Grapes, Rye, Malt... I got into this through my vegetarianism."

"He was into feet, but, unforunately, not duck feet."

'This isn't Armageddon... it's a bar brawl on a Saturday night. Let Pestilence read the map.'

'Elroy had an unfortunate knack for picking fights with the wrong people'

Raw Piano Bar

"Don't mess with that guy. He's a real hardwood."

"Remember, I'm 'catch and release'."

"Mmm my, there is just something about a man in footie pajamas."

'I guess we're both out of luck. You like girls with big boobs, and I like a man with brains and halfway decent looks.'

"Who are you looking at? Want to kick off, do you?"

'I can lick any man in the house!'

"In actual fact, most pubs these days cater for kids." (Toddler served milk at bar).

"It's O.K., I've got his car keys."

Cool bulls.

'Take it outside!'

'That's the last straw, mister.'

"That wasn't very nurturing of you."

Sadie hated Sunday lunchtimes.

"You started a fist fight in a bar, eh? We'd better cut you back on the male hormones."

"Would you like the martinis shaken or grrrrrred?"

Let's get totally... Brahms and Liszt.

(Carl's Sports Bar) - 'Hockey Sucks!!' - Although Earl had made good on his dare, it would be weeks before he could eat solid food again.

"Come on. You've been nursing that pint for hours!"

Right that's it...you've had enough Bloody Marys!

"Have you been telling everyone I'm an idiot?"

"Who you calling a candya**?"

"That's very deep house."

"I thought it came with an acorn."

Cowboys in a Bar.

'You better not start anything...'

"Stay!"

'Next time, I go in the bar to ask directions!'

'Funny, you don't look Jurassic.'