Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Martha: Make me another drink…lover.
George: My God, you can swill it down, can't you? (1.17)
George: Martha? Rubbing alcohol for you? […] Martha's tastes in liquor have come down…simplified over the years…crystallized. [1.198-200]
George: I'll tote you gin bottles out after midnight so no one'll see. (1.451)