Long Day's Journey Into Night
Did I hear you say, let's all have a drink?
Frowns at him.
Jamie is welcome after his hard morning's work, but I won't invite you. Doctor Hardy –
To hell with Doctor Hardy! One isn't going to kill me. I feel – all in, Papa.
With a worried look at him – putting on a fake heartiness.
Come along, then. It's before a meal and I've always found that good whiskey, taken in moderation as an appetizer, is the best of tonics.
Why is that glass there? Did you take a drink? Oh, how can you be such a fool? Don't you know it's the worst thing?
She turns on Tyrone.
You're to blame, James. How could you let him? Do you want to kill him? Don't you remember my father? He wouldn't stop after he was stricken. He said doctors were fools! He thought, like you, that whiskey is a good tonic!
A look of terror comes into her eyes and she stammers.
But, of course, there's no comparison at all. I don't know why I – Forgive me for scolding you, James. One small drink won't hurt Edmund. It might be good for him, if it gives him an appetite. (2.1.116)
Well, what's wrong with being drunk? It's what we're after, isn't it? Let's not kid each other, Papa. Not tonight. We know what we're trying to forget.
But let's not talk about it. It's no use now.
No. All we can do is try to be resigned – again.
Or be so drunk you can forget. (4.1.46-48)