“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.”

“I had this idea we would have ordered some good champagne, launched toast after toast to our humanity, which after all had created everything: the opportunities for the bug, the bug itself, and its solution. I think now it might have changed us, softened our failures, made us feel we belonged to—had a true stake in—those lives full of code we had separately stumbled into. I like to think it would have reassured him, saved him: To know that at the heart of the problem was the ancient mystery of time. To discover that between the blinks of the machine’s shuttered eye—going on without pause or cease; simulated, imagined, but still not caught—was life.”

“The reason I drink is because when I'm sober I think I'm Eddie Fisher.”

“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.”