A fella came up to me the other day with a nice story. He was in a bar somewhere and it was the quiet time of the night. Everybody`s staring down at the sauce and one of my saloon songs comes on the jukebox, "One for My Baby", or something like that. After a while, a drunk at the end of the bar looks up and says, jerking his thumb toward the jukebox, "I wonder who he listens to?"
- Frank SinatraFor the same reason the saloon, together with the intemperance and the liquor power which it represents, is multiplied in the city.
- Alle FisterFortune knocks at every man`s door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her
- Mark Twain