“Think champagne, drink champagne!”
“Champagne?" Carl asked."You know we don't drink champagne, Carl." Ricky laughed."Yes, but I don't think it's polite in mixed company to gulp down glasses of blood.”
“At the time I started in ballet they were dancing 'The Spirit of Champagne' on pointe, in Paris. I thought, 'I don't want to dance the spirit of champagne, I want to drink it!”
“Champagne, always champagne. Make mine Veuve-Clicquot.”
“This isn't champagne anymore. We went through the champagne a long time ago. This is serious stuff. The days of champagne are long gone.”
“Meeting Franklin Roosevelt was like opening your first bottle of champagne; knowing him was like drinking it.”