Norm: A reason to live. Give me another beer.
That’s funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.
Norm: Like I just ran over its dog.
Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, ‘Insert beer here.’
Norm: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
Norm: Coach: I don’t know. I’ll have one next week… what the heck, I’m young.
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let’s cut to the happy ending.
Just the usual, Coach… I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
Norm: Yeah, now let’s get Joe Beer nipping at my liver.
Any cheap, tawdry thing that will get me a beer.
It’s not, Sammy, but you can.
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: A thirsty guy walks into a bar. You finish it.
Norm: Yeah, she has to like you.
Norm: If you weren’t wearing that uniform, we’d all step outside.