The Last of the High Kings1996

[Jim Davern has unexpectedly come to the house party to celebrate his political victory. He begins flirting with Cathleen, to Frankie's disgust]

Cathleen:
Victory is ours! Frankie, Ray, drinks for everyone! Drinks! Jim, come and meet everyone.

[Frankie and Ray retreat to the kitchen to search the cabinets for alcohol]

Frankie:
Here we are. For you.

[Ray takes the bottles and reads their labels as Frankie hands them down from the top shelf:
"Irish Mist" and so on]

Ray Griffin:
Just a tiny bit of bottle.

Frankie:
Uh-oh. We've struck gold. There's a couple of full ones here.

[He opens an unlabeled bottle and takes a swig]

Frankie:
Aaughh! Poit?n.

Ray Griffin:
[appreciatively] Firewater. Moonshine. Hooch. That stuff can drive a man crazy as a cactus.

Frankie:
Exactly. [He grins, thinking of getting all the adults drunk]

Ray Griffin:
I don't think it's quite what Ma had in mind. Da said it's for rubbing on the greyhound.

Frankie:
Ray, my brother, we don't have a greyhound. It's time for victory punch.