"O wonderful Slav!"

Here's mud in your eye, Saint Patrick's Day, for crowding out all the bars in a city whose liquor stores can't sell on Sundays.

"Let me tell you, boss, the Slav woman is not like those skinny, greedy little Greeks who sell you love a drop at a time, and do everything they can to palm you off with less than your due and swindle you over the weight. No, boss, the Slav gives you good measure. In sleep, in love, and in food. She's so nearly related to the beasts of the fields and the earth itself. She gives and gives bountifully, she's not niggardly about it like those haggling Greeks." - Zorba the Greek