Here's looking at you

"Here's looking at you," said Yates, strolling into the barn, taking a telescopic metal cup from his pocket, and clinking it into receptive shape by a jerk of the hand. He offered the now elongated cup to Hiram, who declined any such modern improvement. "Help yourself in that thing. The jug's good enough for me."

"I drink out of the bottle—not your style. Mayn't I offer you—?" "No, no, no, thank you." "Just as you say. Here's looking at you then."

“Here's looking at you, Dave, old man,” Nick gestured a toast with a half filled punch cup.