Norm: Like a baby treats a diaper.
Hi ya, sailor. New in town?
Norm: Wonders… doesn’t care… but she wonders.
Norm: [to Cliff] He’s added one.
Norm: I need something to hold me over until my second beer.
Norm: See you later, Vera [his wife]; I’m going to Cheers.
Norm: Yeah, now let’s get Joe Beer nipping at my liver.
Norm: Yeah, she has to like you.
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
Daddy wuvs you.”
Norm: I know, if she calls, I’m not here.
Norm: No, I’d like a dead cat in a glass.
Just the usual, Coach… I’ll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
Well, I never met a beer I didn’t drink.