Vermouth.

No, a vermouth.

Giulia, the vermouth.

Who needs vermouth?

Here's the vermouth.

Too much vermouth?

Another gin vermouth, please.

Yes. Here's the vermouth.

Easy on the vermouth.

Giulia, please bring some vermouth.

The usual vodka straight and vermouth?

Dolores, do you still have that vermouth?

Well, perhaps a little vermouth, but very little.

Lay in some vodka and vermouth for me.

There's gin and tonic, and gin and vermouth, that's a martini.

And just let the vermouth blow a kiss at the gin.

The secret is... not to pour the vermouth, just to pretend you're pouring it.

And this time, would you just let the vermouth blow a kiss at the gin?

Well, I'm not sure the gin is as good as the brand I usually use, but the vermouth is fair.

We can't go wrong. My life was lonely and blue. Yeah, I was sad as a sailor, I was an angry 'un too. Then there was you appeared when I was entangled with youth and fear, and nerves jingle jangled, vermouth and beer were getting me mangled up. But then I looked in your eyes and I was no more a failure. You looked so wacky and wise. And I said, Lord, I'm happy, 'cause I'm just a'walking my dog, catching some sun.