Humor & Life Quote by W. C. Fields

“Some weasel took the cork out of my lunch” is Fields at his most elegantly petty: a grievance inflated into poetry, a tiny inconvenience framed like sabotage. The line lands because it treats the banal as a crime scene. Not “someone opened my bottle,” but a “weasel” executed a covert operation. Fields’ genius was making misanthropy sound like common sense, and here the insult does double duty: it’s funny in its specificity and revealing in its paranoia.

The cork matters. It’s old-fashioned, tactile, faintly Prohibition-adjacent. A “cork” doesn’t belong to a sandwich; it belongs to a bottle you’d rather not name in polite company. Fields, whose persona was practically a walking moral exemption, winks at the audience: lunch is not lunch, it’s a discreet arrangement with alcohol. Someone uncorking it isn’t just stealing a drink, they’re puncturing his one private comfort, the small ritual that keeps the day tolerable.

Calling the culprit a “weasel” sharpens the social world Fields trafficked in: a landscape of freeloaders, busybodies, and opportunists forever reaching into your pocket or your pleasures. It’s not grand tragedy; it’s the comic worldview of a man convinced civilization is mostly an elaborate system for annoying him. The sentence is a complete Fields sketch in miniature: suspicion, self-pity, and a punchline that doubles as a personality.