Norm: Yeah, she has to like you.
Another layer for the winter, Woody.
Going Down?
That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let’s cut to the happy ending.
Norm: I need something to hold me over until my second beer.
Norm: Like a baby treats a diaper.
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
Daddy wuvs you.”
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach and they’re demanding beer.
Norm: A thirsty guy walks into a bar. You finish it.
Norm: The warranty on my liver.
Norm: All four cheeks & a couple of chins.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Norm: No, I’d like a dead cat in a glass.
Norm: A transfusion with a head on it.
I dunno, I usually finish them before they get a word in.