"V8, Miller Lite and raw egg. There is balm in Gilead."
"Joey! Let's make some wake-up juice."
— Bartender, Back to the Future Part III
"This is a hangover that could only be cured by a bullet."
—Sterling Archer, via Twitter
Spike: (after fixing a drink consisting of one raw egg yolk, some red sauce, salt, pepper, and a splash of gin) "'S a prairie oyster. Great for hangovers."
TR: "Ugh. You're one of only two people I know of who actually drinks those things."
— Cowboy Bebop, "Heavy Metal Queen"
(adding the following into a glass for Eddie to take) Seven eggs, washing-up liquid, hint of demostos. Jiff micro liquid, where are you? Here I am. (adds that too) And the secret ingredient, ant spray. (when Eddie tries to drink it through a straw Richie stops him) Ah ah ah ah ah, up the nose or not at all. (Eddie does just that, ingesting it through his nose, only it knocks him out)
—Richie, Bottom
Who hasn't had a coffee-beer-pepto-bismol-chinese-food-and-pizza slurpee? Or as I like to call it... ka-blsthtsk.
—Nostalgia Critic, End of Days
Liquor is usually consumed for the purposes of getting drunk, but some cocktails exist for the opposite reason. One such cocktail is the Prairie Oyster, made to fix hangovers. The recipe is Worcestershire sauce, tomato juice, vinegar, pepper, and a raw egg. It's meant to be swallowed in a single gulp, so that the yolk remains unbroken. Who thought this up in the first place!?
—Cocktail Trivia, Catherine
...Someone fetch me a raw egg, two shots of Tabasco, salt, pepper, and a gun to shoot myself...
—Master Roshi, hungover and space-sick, Dragon Ball Z Abridged: Broly The Legendary Super Saiyan
"What is it?"
"My patented hangover cure. It should help ease the headache and numb the bruising to your face. Now, drink up."
"Drink up and we'll tell you."
Elizabeth sighed and reluctantly downed the glass of cure, immediately shuddering at the foul taste: whatever it was, it bore the eyewatering flavour of lemon and grapefruit juice, along with subtle notes of sparkling water, mouthwash, vinegar, sauerkraut grease and industrial paint thinner. Maybe just a hint of formaldehyde – appropriate, given that she currently felt like a zombie.
Bartender: You wanna sober him up in a hurry, son, you're gonna have to use something a lot stronger than coffee.
Marty: Yeah, what do you suggest?
Bartender: Joey, let's make some wake-up juice!
(they mix the ingredients in a mug)
Bartender: In about 10 minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.
Marty: (glances at the clock) 10 minutes?! Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?
Bartender: (gives Marty a clothespin) Here, stick this clothespin on his nose. (places a funnel in Doc's mouth) And when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it on down his gullet. Oh, and stand back.
(Marty pours the wake-up juice, when Doc's eyes widen and he runs outside screaming before dunking his head into the horse trough)
Marty: He's still out!
Bartender: Oh, that? That was just a reflex action. It's gonna take a few more minutes for the stuff to really clear up his head.
Marty: Perfect...
