6 seconds sound clip from the The Lost Weekend (1945) movie soundboard.
You can hear this line at 00:29:13.599 in the Blu-ray version of the movie.
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- And that other dame... the lady, I mean. I don't like what you're doing to her either.
- Oh, shut up.
- You should've seen her come in here last night. Lookin' for you with her eyes all rainy and her mascara all washed away.
- Give me a drink!
- That's an awful high class young lady.
- You bet she is.
- How the heck did she ever get mixed up with a guy who sops it up like you do?
- That's the problem, isn't it. That nice young man who drinks, and the high-class young lady, and how did she ever get mixed up with him... and why does he drink and why doesn't he stop?
- That's my novel, Nat. I wanted to start writing it out in the country. Morbid stuff. Nothing for the Book-of-the-Month Club. A horror story. The confessions of a booze addict, the log book of an alcoholic.
- Oh, come on, Nat, break down, will ya?
- Do you know what I'm going to call my novel? The Bottle...that's all. Very simply, The Bottle. I've got it all here in my mind. Let me tell you the first chapter.
- It all starts one wet afternoon about three years ago. There was a matinee of La Traviata at the Metropolitan.
- Libiamo, libiamo ne' lieti calici che la bellezza infiora. E la fuggevol fuggevol'ora s'inebrii a voluttà .
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