Norm: A transfusion with a head on it.
Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, ‘Insert beer here.’
Norm: If you weren’t wearing that uniform, we’d all step outside.
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
Norm: I am going to need something to kill time before my second beer. How about a first one?
Norm: Yeah, now let’s get Joe Beer nipping at my liver.
That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Norm: I’d like to see something in a size 54 sudzy.
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let’s cut to the happy ending.
Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Going Down?
Norm: Like I just ran over its dog.
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach and they’re demanding beer.