Norm: Coach: I’m on top of the world… it’s a dismal spot in Greenland somewhere.
Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.
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: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
Norm: [to Cliff] He’s added one.
Norm: Yeah, she has to like you.
Norm: A transfusion with a head on it.
Norm: No, I’d like a dead cat in a glass.
Norm: My blood-alcohol level.
Norm: A thirsty guy walks into a bar. You finish it.
Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.