Just the usual, Coach… I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
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: Like I just ran over its dog.
Norm: [to Cliff] He’s added one.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, ‘Insert beer here.’
Norm: A transfusion with a head on it.
Norm: Wonders… doesn’t care… but she wonders.
Norm: See you later, Vera [his wife]; I’m going to Cheers.
Norm: If you weren’t wearing that uniform, we’d all step outside.
Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.
Norm: Like it caught me sleeping with its wife.
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
I dunno, I usually finish them before they get a word in.
Norm: No, I’d like a dead cat in a glass.
Norm: My blood-alcohol level.
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.