Norm: Like it caught me sleeping with its wife.
Another layer for the winter, Woody.
Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.
Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, ‘Insert beer here.’
Norm: I’d like to see something in a size 54 sudzy.
Norm: A reason to live. Give me another beer.
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.
Daddy wuvs you.”
Norm: Coach: I don’t know. I’ll have one next week… what the heck, I’m young.
Norm: Science is seeking a cure for thirst and I happen to be the guinea pig.
Norm: No, I’d like a dead cat in a glass.
Norm: Yeah, she has to like you.
Norm: I need something to hold me over until my second beer.