Norm: I’d like to see something in a size 54 sudzy.
Norm: A thirsty guy walks into a bar. You finish it.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Norm: The question is, “What’s going in Mr. Peterson?” A beer please, Woody.
That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Norm: Coach: I’m on top of the world… it’s a dismal spot in Greenland somewhere.
Daddy wuvs you.”
Norm: Science is seeking a cure for thirst and I happen to be the guinea pig.
Norm: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
Norm: See you later, Vera [his wife]; I’m going to Cheers.
Norm: I am going to need something to kill time before my second beer. How about a first one?
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let’s cut to the happy ending.
I dunno, I usually finish them before they get a word in.
Norm: No, I’d like a dead cat in a glass.