bar fight Quotes

A good story should provoke discussion, debate, argument...and the occasional bar fight.

He's got to bring something stronger than that. That's like bringing milk to a bar, it's not strong enough

The reigning Miss Canada has been arrested for punching out another woman in a bar fight.Quite frankly, I think it's refreshing to finally find one beauty pageant winner who is against world peace.

Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.

If your name is Sepp, at the bare minimum you’ve strangled someone in a bar fight.

Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.” I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn’t pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in.

Ever since I was a kid, I've been confident of coming out on top in a brawl, but the ring is a lot different from a bar. That's been my problem.

I had a kind of romantic notion about being a Hollywood Errol Flynn type. Honestly, I did not get into a lot of bar brawls - but I was always willing to. About the only thing missing from my story is that I haven't had a full knock-down fight in the middle of the Polo Lounge.

That young man seeks opportunities to test his principles as readily as a drunk picks fights in a bar.

I got into a brawl one night in a saloon in Greenwich Village. Elia Kazan, a great director, saw me put out a couple of hecklers and figures there was some Big Daddy in me, just lyin' dormant. And out it came. People still do call me Big Daddy, but to me, inside, I'm no Big Daddy at all.

All you have to do is follow three simple rules. One, never underestimate your opponent. Expect the unexpected. Two, take it outside. Never start anything inside the bar unless it's absolutely necessary. And three, be nice.

You can be deported back to Canada, absolutely, for a shockingly minor infraction. Little bar fight. Next thing you know you are back in Sascatchuan. Which I'm not from, thank God... But it did concern me.

I remember even getting kicked out of a bar once because I was too loud and obnoxious.

If I got into a fight in a bar, I'd miss the dude by miles. I wouldn't know how to connect. It would be a comedy.

Drinking in a honky tonk, just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.