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Norm is still my hero...
SAM : What'll you have, Norm? NORM : Well I'm in a gambling mood, Sammy. I'll have a glass of whatever comes of whatever comes out of that tap. SAM : Oh, Looks like beer, Norm. NORM : Call me Mister Lucky.
SAM : Whatcha up to, Norm? NORM : My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
SAM : What's new, Norm? NORM : Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach and they're demanding beer.
COACH: Can I draw you a beer, Norm? NORM : No, I know what one looks like. Just pour me one.
COACH: How's a beer sound, Norm? NORM : I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in.
WOODY: Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? NORM : A little early isn't it? WOODY: For a beer? NORM : No, for a stupid question.
WOODY: How's it going Mr. Peterson? NORM : It's a dog eat dog world out there, Woody, and I'm wearing milkbone underwear.
WOODY: What's the story, Mr. Peterson? NORM : The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to happy ending.
WOODY: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? NORM : Alright, but stop me at one.....make it one-thirty.
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