It turned out he was hired by a Scottish distillery to understand why they were burning so damn much peat to distill the whiskey.

Where's that distillery?

Let's have that distillery.

Kayo, you're a walking distillery.

This picture shows a 14th century perfume distillery.

Another one of his enterprises was the distillery.

Whiskey.

Whiskey.

Whiskey.

Whiskey?

Well, Inspector you know the old Kuntz Ley distillery?

Maybe they also know about your distillery and horse races.

Whiskey? Here.

Whiskey, darling?

Whiskey, idiot!

The whiskey.

Amigo. Whiskey.

Clicks? Whiskey?

Whiskey please.

Yeah, whiskey...

Yes, whiskey.

No whiskey.

Here, whiskey!

Whiskey, dames...

sir. Whiskey?

Whiskey? Yes, daughter.

Whiskey and soda?

Whiskey, isn't it?

Whiskey and soda.

Whiskey. Two whiskeys.

No whiskey, huh?

Whiskey, thank you.

That ain't whiskey.

Anybody want whiskey?

Where's that whiskey?

Whiskey and cigarettes!

Want a whiskey?

Give me some whiskey.

Butch, I ordered whiskey.

You stink of whiskey.

Where's Steve? Drinking whiskey?

Now, where's that whiskey?

Jug. And a whiskey.

To get a whiskey.

I can't get whiskey.