Perdido en el amor

Tierrney: Have you discovered Ouzo, yeah?

Eric: Actually, I don't drink...

Tierrney: Aww... When God made the grape, He said, "Give it to the Greeks, they know what to do with it."

Tierrney: [Holding a bottle of Ouzo] Look at that: one hundred percent Greek - produced nowhere else on the planet. It's not just a drink, it's a way of life. It's a passport to life. Yes. It's the lubricant that smoothes out the rough patches on these roads. It's a smile, laddie. A laugh. A salute to the sun and the breeze and the color of the sea. Here, take a whiff.

Eric: [Sniffs the glass, not showing much interest] I'm sure it's...

Tierrney: [Cutting him off] Distilled, right? Right! And not a drop of sugar added, so, no awkward ghastly side effects, and no hangovers. It's a bloody miracle. What a pity your father never acquired a taste for it.