Norm: We never go beyond this room.
Norm: I am going to need something to kill time before my second beer. How about a first one?
Norm: Like it caught me sleeping with its wife.
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
Just the usual, Coach… I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
It’s not, Sammy, but you can.
Norm: My blood-alcohol level.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let’s cut to the happy ending.
Another layer for the winter, Woody.
Norm: [to Cliff] He’s added one.
Norm: Wonders… doesn’t care… but she wonders.
Norm: Coach: I don’t know. I’ll have one next week… what the heck, I’m young.
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach and they’re demanding beer.