Norm: Wonders… doesn’t care… but she wonders.
That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Norm: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
Norm: See you later, Vera [his wife]; I’m going to Cheers.
Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.
Daddy wuvs you.”
Norm: I’d like to see something in a size 54 sudzy.
It’s not, Sammy, but you can.
Norm: My butt cheeks on that bar stool.
I dunno, I usually finish them before they get a word in.
Norm: Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer.
Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.
Norm: All four cheeks & a couple of chins.
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
Norm: Yeah, now let’s get Joe Beer nipping at my liver.