- COACH: What would you say to a glass of beer, Norm?
- NORM : Going Down?
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- COACH: What would you say to a glass of beer, Norm?
- NORM : Daddy wuvs you.
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- COACH: What's shaking, Norm?
- NORM : All 4 cheeks and a couple of chins.
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- COACH: What'll it be, Normie?
- NORM : Just the usual Coach. I'll have a froath of beer and a snorkel.
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- SAM : What'll you have, Norm?
- NORM : Well I'm in a gambling mood, Sammy. I'll have a glass of
whatever comes of whatever comes out of that tap.
- SAM : Oh, Looks like beer, Norm.
- NORM : Call me Mister Lucky.
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- WOODY: Hey Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.
- NORM : I know, and if she calls, I'm not here.
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- WOODY: Hey Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost been nipping at your nose?
- NORM : Yep. Now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?
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- COACH: Can I draw you a beer, Norm?
- NORM : No, I know what one looks like. Just pour me one.
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- COACH: How about a beer, Norm?
- NORM : Hey I'm high on life, Cooach... Of course, beer is my life.
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- COACH: How's a beer sound, Norm?
- NORM : I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in.
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- COACH: What's going down, Normie?
- NORM : My butt cheeks on that bar stool.
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- COACH: What's up, Norm?
- NORM : Corners of my mouth, Coach.
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- COACH: Beer, Normie?
- NORM : Uh, Coach, I dunno, I had one this week. Eh, why not, I'm
still young.
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- COACH: Normie, Normie, could this be Vera?
- NORM : With a lot of expensive surgery, maybe.
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- COACH: What's up, Normie?
- NORM : The tempurature under my collar, Coach.
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- COACH: What's up, Norm?
- NORM : Everything that's supposed to be.
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- COACH: What's up, Normie?
- NORM : My nipples, it's freezing out there.
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- SAM : What's new, Norm?
- NORM : Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach and they're
demanding beer.
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- SAM : What'd you like, Norm?
- NORM : A reason to live. Gimme another beer.
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- SAM : What do you say, Norm?
- NORM : Any cheap, tawdry thing that'll get me a beer.
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- SAM : What do you say to a beer, Norm?
- NORM : Hiya sailor. New in town?
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- SAM : What's the good word, Norm?
- NORM : Plop, plop, fizz,fizz.
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- SAM : Oh no, not the Hungry Heifer...
- NORM : Yeah, yeah, yeah....
- SAM : One heartburn cocktail coming up.
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- SAM : How's life in the fast lane?
- NORM : Dunno, I can't get on the on-ramp.
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- SAM : What's the story, Norm?
- NORM : Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer.
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- SAM : How about a beer, Norm?
- NORM : That's that amber sudsy stuff, right? I've heard great things
about it.
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- SAM : How's life treating you, Norm?
- NORM : It's not, Sammy, but you can.
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- SAM : Beer, Norm?
- NORM : Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
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- SAM : Whatcha up to, Norm?
- NORM : My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
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- SAM : How's life treating you, Norm?
- NORM : Like it caught me sleeping with his wife.
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- NORM : Afternoon everybody.
- ALL : Norm!
- CLIFF: Afternoon everybody.
- ALL : [silence]
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- NORM : [come in from the rain] Evening everbody.
- ALL : Norm!
- SAM : Still pouring, Norm?
- NORM : That's funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
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- WOODY: Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : A little early isn't it?
- WOODY: For a beer?
- NORM : No, for a stupid question.
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- WOODY: What's the story, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to happy ending.
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- WOODY: How's it going, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : Poor.
- WOODY: I'm sorry to hear that.
- NORM : No, I mean pour.
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- WOODY: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : A sign flashing in my gut that says, "Insert beer here."
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- WOODY: What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I'll settle for a beer.
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- WOODY: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : Another layer for winter, Wood.
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- WOODY: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : Alright, but stop me at one.....make it one-thirty.
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- WOODY: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : The question is what's going in, Mr. Peterson? A beer please,
Woody.
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- WOODY: How's it going Mr. Peterson?
- NORM : It's a dog eat dog world out there, Woody, and I'm wearing
milkbone underwear.
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- PAUL : Hey Norm, how's the world treating you?
- NORM : Like a baby treats a diaper.
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- "Women. Can't live with 'em, pass the beer nuts."
- Norm Peterson
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