A conversation V and I had the other day:
I: (whining) I don't feel so well....
V: Why don't I give you a shot of Kahlua?
I: No thank you. I really am not touching liquor.
V: But it's not liquor.
I: (raising an I-can't-believe-I-married-this-person eyebrow) Oh? Then what is it exactly?
V. It's not liquor. It's, uh, liqueeeeerr.