“I’m not talking gin splashed over ice. I’m talking the elegance of Fred Astaire in a glass; fire and ice; pure liquid crystal; insight and comfort; redemption and absolution; and a shared savor of solitude. I’m talking a Martini.”
“Something wonderful is about to happen! And daddy needs to be there!”
Nick Charles, talking to his son, as he hears his wife beckoning to him from afar by shaking up a martini.