I am a vessel dressed for company, too proud to sit upon the floor. Fill me once and lift me high, and all the glasses rise once more.

I may be flat, but I’m not the floor, I’m built to support and hold much more. On walls, in games, or under your feet. What am I?

Did you hear the rumor about butter? Sorry, but I’m not gonna . . .

I ease your itchy sensation, For you it will be satisfaction. I'm the drip and collect for your eye to meet.

I stand apart from my four companions, helping them hold things tight. Put two of me together, and suddenly we have a fight.