Norm: I am going to need something to kill time before my second beer. How about a first one?
Norm: A reason to live. Give me another beer.
Daddy wuvs you.”
Norm: See you later, Vera [his wife]; I’m going to Cheers.
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
Norm: I’d like to see something in a size 54 sudzy.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Norm: Coach: I’m on top of the world… it’s a dismal spot in Greenland somewhere.
Norm: The question is, “What’s going in Mr. Peterson?” A beer please, Woody.
Norm: The warranty on my liver.
Norm: If you weren’t wearing that uniform, we’d all step outside.
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach and they’re demanding beer.