Insp. Charas: He put his head and his arm under the press. Why?
Helene Delambre: I cannot answer that question; coffee, Inspector?

El Supremo: Make known your needs to Admiral Hernandez.
Capt. Horatio Hornblower, R.N: Aside from water, I shall need 200 bullocks, 500 pigs, 100 quintals of salt, 40 tons of flour, ten tons of sugar, five tons of tobacco, one ton of coffee, the juice of 40,000 limes and, um, are there any wines to be had here?
Hernandez: We drink a spirit distilled from molasses which you probably do not know. We call it rum. Will that do?
Capt. Horatio Hornblower, R.N: Ha-hmm. Well, if there's nothing better that will have to do. One hundred barrels.

Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: Sit down and have some coffee.
Larry Scott: Aren't you going to wait for Eddie?
Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: I should wait and eat a cold breakfast? Not for any husband. Sometimes I get so mad I could give him poison.
Eddie Ellison: And sometimes I get so mad I could take it. What do you know about that?
Larry Scott: To hear you two in the morning, you'd think you were ready to jump at each other's throats.
Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: In the morning? What about the rest of the day?
Larry Scott: Well, I just hope Jane and me get along as well as you two.
Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: Eddie, Larry and Jane got engaged last night!
Eddie Ellison: Well, I don't see why a fine girl like Jane would want to marry a mug like you.

Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself. And even call in your men. Well. No woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water, and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory.
Cheyenne: [sighs] You make good coffee, at least?

Cheyenne: [drinking coffee] Good. My mother used to make it this way. Hot, strong, and good.

Jimmy MacDonald: If you can't sleep, it isn't the coffee. It's the bunk.

Johnny Brett: Nice black coffee for that nice black hangover.

Elya Carlson: In my country we have a saying: "a secret whispered in a coffee house is as confidential as a headline in a newspaper".

Penrod Biddel: I tried my best to help you the same as I helped others in the past. You, Lydia, the first time I saw you...
Lydia Biddel: [Interrupting] I was selling coffee and hamburgers behind a counter in a railroad station.
Penrod Biddel: Yes, I had an hour to kill.
Lydia Biddel: [Bitterly] And you used it to murder years of my life.

Warrant Officer Darrel Harrison: [after Helen's false eyelash falls into her drink] Your Irish coffee is *winking* at me.