Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, ‘Insert beer here.’
Norm: I am going to need something to kill time before my second beer. How about a first one?
Norm: A transfusion with a head on it.
Norm: My blood-alcohol level.
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach and they’re demanding beer.
Just the usual, Coach… I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.
That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Norm: Yeah, now let’s get Joe Beer nipping at my liver.
Norm: Coach: I’m on top of the world… it’s a dismal spot in Greenland somewhere.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.
I dunno, I usually finish them before they get a word in.
Norm: Hey I’m high on life, Coach… of course, beer is my life.