“I really like beer.”
“I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn't like it. It's really that simple for me. [pp.37]”
“I mulled over what he had told me as I savored the Scotch. Not bad, really — like a beer that’s been in a brawl.”
“I was really putting a lot of pressure on this beer prop; it was going to distract me enough so that I didn’t run around screaming like a lunatic on fire.”
“I’m all out of beer like I’m all out of love. But I don’t drink beer, so who cares?”
“I think all it really takes for different people to get along is a common rooting interest and a few beers.”