|This Texas bar is much too marvelous for words. It's more about the concepts.
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The crazy rum that's nothing more than bloody murder.
One of the Gibbs is singing, but she ain't one of them Bee Gees.
Someone is gonna be Canadian, if the jukebox has anything to say about it.
Smoke. Jack. Tequila.
Draft beer and a Dirty Martina.
You take the dollar bills; I'm keeping the quarters.
Thanks, Rebecca, Queen of Valentine's Day. Next time you'll remember us.