I am no book larnt man, but there is few who can beat me swapping horses or guessing at the weight of a bar. I have come here beca...use my people voted for me, knowing I was a honest man and could make as good whiskey and apple brandy at my still as any man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O City city, I can sometimes hear Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,... The pleasant whining of a mandolin And a clatter and a chatter from within Where fishmen lounge at noon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The bar is the male kingdom. For centuries it was the bastion of male privilege, the gathering place for men away from their women..., a place where men could go to freely indulge in The Bull Session ... the release of the guilty anxiety of the oppressor class.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alicia Huberman: Look, I'll make it easy for you. The time has come when you must tell me that you have a wife and two adorable ch...ildren, and this madness between us can't go on any longer. T.R. Devlin: I bet you've heard that line often enough. Alicia: Right below the belt every time. Oh that isn't fair, Dev. Devlin: Skip it. We have other things to talk about. We have a job.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Captain Prescott: I don't like this. I don't like her coming here. Mr. Beardsley: She's had me worried for some time, a woman... of that sort. T.R. Devlin: What sort is that, Mr. Beardsley? Mr. Beardsley: I don't think any of us have any illusions about her character, have we Devlin? Devlin: Not at all. Not in the slightest. Miss Huberman is first, last, and always not a lady. She may be risking her life, but when it comes to being a lady, she doesn't hold a candle to your wife, sir, sitting in Washington playing bridge with three other ladies of great honor and virtue.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'In a car like the Roxy I'd roll to the track, A steel-guitar trio, a bar in the back,... And the wheels made no noise, they turned over so fast, Still it took you ten minutes to see me go past.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Twilight and evening bell. And after that the dark!... And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »