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{{quote|''The effect of drinking a [[Trope Namer|Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster]] is something akin to having one's brain smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick.''|'''Official Guide entry''', ''[[The
{{quote|''Likely dropped to avoid seizure by authorities, or because of seizure due to drinking it. Garbolg only brewed from 8:74 to 8:92 Blessed, killed when the vapors in his beard spontaneously combusted.''|Description of "Garbolg's Backcountry Reserve", ''[[Dragon Age|Dragon Age: Origins]]''}}
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{{quote|''"Scumble's made of apples. Well, mostly apples."''|''[[Discworld]]'' [[Running Gag]]}}
{{quote|'''Maître Folace:''' Problem is, the ordinary fare got hijacked by the kids. What do we do? Do we take risks with the bizarre?... This won't make anyone younger. ''(he pulls out a bottle)''
'''Raoul Volfoni:''' Good, we're saved.
'''Maître Folace:''' Saved... we'll see!
'''Jean:''' What, did you pull out the vitriol?
'''Paul Volfoni:''' Why are you saying that?
'''Maître Folace:''' Hey!
'''Paul Volfoni:''' Yet, it has an honest look.
'''Monsieur Fernand:''' Without being frankly dishonest, at first glance, like this, it... looks a bit weird.
'''Maître Folace:''' It's from the Mexican's time, during the golden age... however, we had to stop the fabrication; some clients were getting blind. Ah, this was causing no end of troubles!
''(they prudently drink)''
'''Raoul Volfoni:''' Gotta say... it's brutal!
'''Paul Volfoni:''' ''(tears in his eyes)'' You were right, it's a weird one, hu?
'''Monsieur Fernand:''' I've known a Polish woman who drank this for breakfast. ''(drinks, winces)'' Still, you gotta admit: it's rather a men's drink... ''(he coughs)''
'''Raoul Volfoni:''' Do you know what it's reminding me of? That's kind of funny thing we were drinking in a low dive of Bien Hoa, not very far from Saigon. "The Red Shutters"... and the boss woman, a blonde bombshell... What was her name already, Goddamn?
'''Monsieur Fernand:''' Lulu la Nantaise.
'''Raoul Volfoni:''' You knew her?
''(Monsieur Fernand rolls his eyes)''
'''Paul Volfoni:''' I find it taste like apples.
'''Maître Folace:''' There's some.
''(later, they're drunk)''
'''Maître Folace:''' And... And... And... 50 kg of potatoes, a bag of sawdust, he could get you 25 liters of 3-stars from the alembic; a real wizard, Jo. And that's why I'm allowing myself to command at some memory smear-spreaders that they should better shut up their stinky mouth!
''(...)''
'''Paul Volfoni:''' You can say whatever you want, there's not just apples... there's something else... it wouldn't be, by any chance... beetroot? Hu?
'''Monsieur Fernand:''' Yes, there's some too.|''[[
{{quote|'''Ratch:''' Ryncol's a local favorite. Don't try to act tough; it'll tear your insides apart.
'''Grunt:''' He's not joking. Ryncol hits aliens like ground glass.|''[[
{{quote|'''Bartender:''' Okay -- for you, something special. This is krogan liquor -- ryncol. You'll set off radiological alarms after you drink it. Should I pour you a quad?
'''Shepard:''' Hell yeah! Put more stuff in the... [[Buffy-Speak|the thing more stuff goes in.]]<br />
'''Bartender:''' Your funeral, pal.|''[[
{{quote|'''Call:''' ''(chokes)'' Shit Johnner, what'd you put in this, battery acid?
'''Johnner:''' Just a little. For colour.|''[[Alien (
{{quote|'''Richie:''' What's in this?!
'''Eddie:''' Brandy...
'''Richie:''' Good!
'''Eddie:''' ...meths, Pernod, paintstripper, Mr. Sheen, brake fluid and Drambuie!
'''Richie:''' Drambuie?! [[Camp Gay|Oooh hoo-hoo ooooh!]]<br />
'''Eddie:''' [[Casanova Wannabe|Yeah, yeah, yeah, all right. You've gotta put something in for the birds, haven't you?]]<br />
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