“If that’s not a cause for alcohol, I don’t know what is!”

God help us all.

You are bored, lethargic and practically dripping with ennui.

Alexis, don’t be ridiculous. That’s exactly the kind of paranoia that makes me weary of spending time with you.

We have no interest in what’s going on with you.

I will not relive that bullying nightmare.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

What is the source of this falsehood? And what photo are they using?

The last time I felt this emotionally encumbered, I was playing Lady Macbeth on a Crystal Skies cruise ship during Shakespeare at Sea Week.

Your wayfaring thespian has returned

I can hardly hear you, John! The cheering and accolades are drowning out your gentle voice.”

I once hosted the non-televised portion of the People’s Choice Awards.

I’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.

You do realize I’m a professional vocalist?

All in favor say aye.

“It’s probably nothing but I think I’ve killed a man.

I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?

Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.

The whisky brings back all the memories of you.

Whisky is liquid sunshine.

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.

If you’re not drinkin’, then you’re not playin’.

Lately I been drinking like there’s a message in a bottle.

Sometimes I don’t drink so the next day I can remember having fun.

You know that I’m too drunk to talk right now. You put your cigarette out on my face.