Another layer for the winter, Woody.
Norm: The question is, “What’s going in Mr. Peterson?” A beer please, Woody.
Norm: A transfusion with a head on it.
Norm: See you later, Vera [his wife]; I’m going to Cheers.
Norm: Like it caught me sleeping with its wife.
Norm: Well that’s tough to say, Coach. Let’s see I’m overweight, unemployed, separated, depressed, starting to drink too much. My problem is I’ve never been happier.
Norm: Yeah, she has to like you.
Norm: The warranty on my liver.
Norm: I need something to hold me over until my second beer.
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let’s cut to the happy ending.
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach and they’re demanding beer.
Norm: [to Cliff] He’s added one.
Daddy wuvs you.”
Norm: Like a baby treats a diaper.
Norm: Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer.