Shit! The blank of the last seven years I've spent drinking is kicking my ass!

That's right, it's time to wake up, you drunken blasphemer!

My brother's a good-for-nothing drunk. We'd have lost the house by now if it were up to him.

One night Ranmir was in here like always, drinking himself to death.

If he's worried about some mead-swilling afterlife in Sovngarde, he's free to pursue it. I'll take the glories of the hunt right here.

Look, if you just want to sit around the Flagon all day getting drunk, that's your business. Just quit wasting my time.

Too busy getting' drunk now his wife and daughter were taken…

We don't serve lushes, shavers, caretakers or students from Philosophers' Hall.

The old sot's probably sleepin' under a table somewhere…

My dad was a drunk. He'd knock a few back, then beat me and Mom bloody. We prayed for his death, every night.

Four lads, drunkards and good-for-nothin's, all. They'd drained a few pints and decided they'd all plough the White Lady, maybe then she'd bugger off.