Don't mix drinks. And don't drink tequila.
<Jim Breuer>See, your stomach is like a bouncer, right? And he knows beer, beer's fine. "Hey, Bud, how ya doin? Good to see ya Miller High Life! Hey, it's our old friend Heine!" And beer gets along with everybody just fine, you've got a great party going on. [insert more here....] Then along comes Tequila. And Tequila, he never comes to parties alone. No, no, he always brings at least 9 or 10 of his buddies along. You let one in, then the next minute he's sneaking his friends in through the back door saying "Come in, man! Nobody's looking!" and before you know it the party's full of Tequila, and then one of them insults Bud's girlfriend and all of a sudden there's a rumble going on. And then Stomach, the bouncer, has no choice but to say "ALL RIGHT!! EVERYBODY OUT!! Everybody, nobody's allowed to stay. Ham and eggs, you too, everybody's gotta go."</Jim Breuer>