Another emotionally exhausting conversation. Too many FEELINGS AND PROBLEMS. That guy. Talk about a high maintenance moirail. Perhaps tonight you will reveal your true feelings toward him, and end these exaggerated emotional theatrics one way or another.
Wolverine: Listen, if we're going to get into my checkered history with the dames, I'm going to need a couple more beers and a cigar.
X-23: Cigars stink.
Wolverine: Fine, then, I won't light it. Might have to go on a supply run first, though, I think I'm out of beer.
X-23: Mr. Summers has hidden a six-pack of Sam Adams in the back of the biology lab refrigerator.
NONE MAY KNOW THE BURDEN OF AWESOME RESPONSIBILITY, THE NECESSARY SECRECY WHICH ISOLATES ME FROM THOSE I AM SWORN TO PROTECT AND SERVE.
I HAVE SEEN UNIVERSES BEYOND IMAGINING, AND I HAVE SEEN CHILDREN FLEE FROM ME IN TERROR.
I HAVE BATTLED MONSTERS WHICH HAVE LAID WASTE TO GALAXIES, I HAVE RETURNED VICTORIOUS TO DEAFENING SILENCE AND UNSPEAKABLE ALIENATION AND DESPAIR.
OFTEN I LONG FOR A MOMENT OF EASE, FOR THE SOFT TOUCH, THE GENTLE SIGH OF AN ADORING LOVER.
BUT SUCH IS NOT FOR ME. I MUST BEAR THE CROSS OF MY SPECIAL NOBLE DESTINY.
ALONE. EVER ALONE.
SO I DRINK.
— Plastic Man #7
You want a drink? [smiles] You need a drink.
— Special Agent Dana Scully to a soldier who is to be put in a protective custody
Good god, I need a stiff drink.
Yeah. That's impossible. In order for Lamont to be your son, that would mean that you and Elizabeth would have to— let's have another drink.
— Sanford and Son, Mama's Baby, Papa's Maybe
WELP time for some Emergency Bourbon.
— Faye, Questionable Content
In common parlance, I needed a drink.
Vorenus: I'm not going home. I need a drink.
Pullo: Drink? You?
Vorenus: DRINK! ME! WHAT OF IT?