"Johnny wants a sip of beer," Bore used to say in the old days. He got a big kick out of it when I was about ten years old, and I'd go around emptying all the beer glasses lying around the house.
"That kid's going to be a real drinker," he'd say in front of company, and then I'd go through my beer-drinking performance for everybody, and they'd laugh their heads off. (9)
[John:] Dennis came over first around seven thirty because I told him to steal a bottle of 80 proofer out of his father's whiskey cabinet. His father's a building inspector, and everybody who doesn't want to be inspected too much slips him a bottle and a few bucks each month. Dennis also brought some soda mixers and two dozen glasses he got from his mother by telling her I was having a birthday party and they were needed for the lemonade. (13)
[Lorraine:] "Not one cent for tribute!" John suddenly mumbled, leaning forward, laughing, and then falling back unable to hold his head up. He was hopelessly drunk, and I slammed the door of the patrol car. (14)