The martini: the only American invention as perfect as the sonnet.
H. L. Mencken
He knows just how I like my martini - full of alcohol.
One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
Martinis are like tits. One is not enough and three are too many.
Happiness is a dry martini and a good woman ... or a bad woman.
I like to drink martinis. Two at the most. Three I'm under the table, four I'm under the host.
He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.
I am prepared to believe that a dry martini slightly impares the palate, but think what it does for the soul.
Why don't you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?
A medium vodka dry martini - with a slice of lemon peel. Shaken, not stirred.
The three-martini lunch is the epitome of American efficiency. Where else can you get an earful, a bellyful and a snootful at the same time?
And, of course...
I bet a nickel.
Martini - from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
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