As for brandy, I always felt it was a drink for eighty year old men in three piece suits and thick, white moustaches and perhaps a monocle, who are withdrawing to the billiard room to enjoy cigars with similar old men.
I resemble that remark.
A snort of it after a big dinner on a cold night is pure heaven. (My choice of drink DURING a meal is Dewar's... nothing like it with a good steak).
So that's what you carry around in that little flask in your inside pocket. The last time we went out to eat I was wondering why you kept reaching into your inside pocket, and then throwing your head back after putting a piece of steak in your mouth.
Don Cardi
Five - ten years from now, they're gonna wish there was American Cosa Nostra. Five - ten years from now, they're gonna miss John Gotti.
(My choice of drink DURING a meal is Dewar's... nothing like it with a good steak). 
