In those days, many Italian immigrants fermented wine in their basement and there are stories of old-timers getting them out and pouring them on the fire.

He's a despicable, sick guy.

WINE! Because these problems aren’t going to forget THEMSELVES!

For at the end of the day, what matters is never the wine, it's always the moment; it's always the people.

We laugh really hard when we go out. We'll have a glass of wine, or we'll go to a club and dance. I'm not sitting around like a hermit; I'm enjoying my life!

I drank more wine when I wasn't working as much, to be honest.