Who please - the more because they preach in vain -
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
Sermons and soda-water the day after.
(Although it wasn't old wine that did for me, but a pantagruelian dry martini that ambushed me at midnight near Hyde Park Corner.) And here is the original screenplay of Withnail & I.
WITHNAIL emits an accelerating groan. Something to do with a headache. He looks across. Eyes like a pair of decayed clams.
WITHNAIL: Where's the whisky?
The bottle is discovered. The cork popped. And back to MARWOOD.
Where's the aspirins?
MARWOOD: Probably in the bathroom.
WITHNAIL: You mean we've come out here in the middle of fucking nowhere without aspirins?
This appears to be the case. WITHNAIL is becoming emotional.
MARWOOD: Where are we?
From Hell's black heart I curse thee