You shamrock my world.
Don’t worry, beer happy.
You are spud-tacular.
It ain’t over till it’s clover.
You are pitcher perfect.
Here today, lepre-gone tomorrow.
The lager you wait, the better it tastes.
Keep calm and leprech-on.
We’ve made a jig mistake, don’t you a-green?
It’s worth a shot.
Drink happy thoughts.
What do you call a fake Irish stone? A shamrock.
We like to paddy.
I’m in pursuit of hoppiness.
To beer or not to beer… That is the question.
If it ain’t brogue, don’t fix it.
Burst into cheers!
You’re brew-tiful!
Wear green, or leaf.
Don’t ever trust a leper-con!
Take a pitcher. It'll last longer.
You raise the bar.
Just brew it!
Zero lucks given on St. Patrick’s Day.
You’ll be Dublin your fortune soon.
I call the shots.
Why did St. Patrick drive the snakes out of Ireland?
It was too expensive to fly and too long to walk.
Distill my beating heart.
Who’s ready to party their shamrocks off?
I’m so lepre-gone right now.
Take off all your cloves.
Deja brew all over again.
Irish you luck.
Shake your shamrocks.
Irish you a whole pot of gold!