What Do You Drink?
"Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!"
(Dennis Hopper, Blue Velvet)
Personally, I drink Heineken, or just about anything sold in a green bottle. I don't know if I've ever had a Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Check out Anchormix's postings about 40 ouncers.
posted by SamuRyan at 4:42 PM
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154. INT. STAIRS AND LANDING - BEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
... and go up a flight of dirty wooden steps. Frank bangs on a door at the
first landing. Raymond joins him with a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer.
FRANK
Hey Ben. OPEN UP. It's Frank.
A tall, slender man with a smoking jacket and a mustache opens the door.
It's BEN. His voice is very horse from years of smoking.
BEN
(very gracious)
Frank. Come in.
FRANK
Hey, I brought some friends. and some
beer.
BEN
Fine. Welcome. Come sit down.
155. INT. BEN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The apartment is very large. All the furniture is over-stuffed. In
the room there is a very much over-weight WOMAN dressed in black and a
greasy-looking COUPLE. On the couch, a YOUNG WOMAN plays with a large
doll.
FRANK
(getting higher all the time)
Suave. goddam are you suave, you fucker.
You want some beer?
BEN
(smiling)
Certainly Frank.
(to the fat woman)
Darling, get some glasses. We'll have
some beer with Frank. Won't you sit down?
Everyone kinds of mills around. Paul sits down in a chair and starts
laughing at some private joke in his head.
FRANK
Shit Ben! How the shit are ya?
BEN
Fine Frank. Fine. How are you?
FRANK
Fuckin' good, real fuckin' good. You know
this little tid bit, Dorothy, and this thing,
here, (referring to Jeffrey) is a neighbor.
What the shit we're doin' with a neighbor, I
don't know. goddam!!!(referring to Ben) This
is the suavest guy I know. look at you. You're
one beautiful fucker, Ben. I love this jacket
and that cigarette holder of yours. shit, that
is too fuckin' much. Where's those glasses.
this beer's gonna get too warm. I can't stand
fuckin' warm beer. it makes me puke.
BEN
Darling, where are the glasses?. Oh.
here they are.
The Big Lady brings the glasses in and sets them on the card table.
She looks worried. She gives a helpless pleading look to Ben.
FRANK
Raymond! Where's the fuckin' beer?
RAYMOND
Right here Frank. You want me to pour it?
FRANK
No, I want ya to fuck it. Shit, yes.
pour the fuckin' beer.
RAYMOND
There ya go.
FRANK
Good, let's drink up.
BEN
To your health, Frank.
FRANK
Shit. let's drink to something else.
let's drink to fuckin'. Say here's
to your fuck Frank.
BEN
If you like Frank. Here's to your fuck.
cheers.
Frank's friends, Paul and Raymod, laugh.
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