Just the usual, Coach… I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
Norm: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
Norm: [to Cliff] He’s added one.
Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.
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: See you later, Vera [his wife]; I’m going to Cheers.
Norm: A reason to live. Give me another beer.
Norm: I need something to hold me over until my second beer.
Norm: The warranty on my liver.
Another layer for the winter, Woody.
Norm: My butt cheeks on that bar stool.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Norm: If you weren’t wearing that uniform, we’d all step outside.
Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.
That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.