“It's sad. He likes it where the wine is, and the smiles.”
“it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!”
“It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.”
“But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.”
“The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry, and smile and say, "No I'm happy for you"? Thats when it's really sad...”
“You just happened to have a bottle of wine and two wine glasses here?" I asked skeptically.Hunter smiled conspiratorially and said, "It's a rule of mine to have it available in case of special occasions. You know, like a beautiful woman in my apartment with a desire for... answers.”