"Even without a bet, there! Tell them to bring me a bottle.

I'll do it....

Bring a bottle!" "Let him do it, let him do it," said Dolokhov, smiling.
"What next?
Have you gone mad ?...

No one would let you!...

Why, you go giddy even on a staircase," exclaimed several voices.
"I'll drink it! Let's have a bottle of rum!" shouted Pierre, banging the table with a determined and drunken gesture and preparing to climb out of the window.
They seized him by his arms; but he was so strong that everyone who touched him was sent flying.
"No, you'll never manage him that way," said Anatole.