“Well," Murmur'd one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.”

“Some of the biggest Drys in the country buy from me and have for years, so let's stop kidding.”

“Fill up the goblet and reach to me some!
Drinking makes wise, but dry fasting makes glum.”

“I got to eavesdrop at a window. As Clay said, I did have another option. I could wait in the car and let them fill me in later. So, eavesdropping it was.”

“I have had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days—
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.”

“It seems to me I've heard that song before.
It's from an old familiar score.
I know it well, that melody.”

“As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to keep.”

“I am old, but the word to me means familiar, comfortable. Accustomed after long and venerable use. Not dilapidated and useless.”

“Come back again, old heart! Ah me!
Methinks in those thy coward fears
There might, perchance, a courage be,
That fails in these the manlier years;
Courage to let the courage sink,
Itself a coward base to think,
Rather than not for heavenly light
Wait on to show the truly right.”

“I might imply in my act that Clay (Aiken) is a big, fat homo!”