"Can I draw you a beer, Norm?"
"No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one."

"How about a beer, Norm?"
"Hey I'm high on life, Coach. Of course, beer is my life."

"How's a beer sound, Norm?"
"I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in."

"What's up, Norm?"
"Corners of my mouth, Coach."

"What's shaking, Norm?"
"All four cheeks and a couple of chins, Coach."

"Beer, Normie?"
"Uh, Coach, I dunno, I had one this week. Eh, why not, I'm still young."

"Normie, Normie, could this be Vera?"
"With a lot of expensive surgery, maybe."

"What's up, Normie?"
"The temperature under my collar, Coach."

"What would you say to a nice beer, Normie?"
"Going down?"

"What's up, Norm?" > > >
"Everything that's supposed to be."

"What's new, Normie?"
"Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach. They're demanding beer."

"What'll it be, Normie?" >
"Just the usual Coach. I'll have a froth of beer and snorkel."

"What will you have, Norm?"
"Well, I'm in a gambling mood, Sammy. I'll take a glass of whatever comes out of that tap."

"Oh, looks like beer, Norm."
"Call me Mister Lucky."

"What do you say, Norm?"
"Any cheap, tawdry thing that'll get me a beer."

"What do you say to a beer, Normie?"
"Hiya, sailor. New in town?" > > > > > >

"Whaddya say, Norm?"
"Well, I never met a beer I didn't drink. And down it goes."

"What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?"
"Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I'll settle for a beer."

"Hey Norm, how's the world been treating you?"
"Like a baby treats a diaper."

"Would you like a beer, Mr. Peterson?"
"No, I'd like a dead cat in a glass."

"How's life treating you?" > > >
"It's not, Sammy, but you can!"

"Can I pour you a draft, Mr. Peterson?"
"A little early, isn't it Woody?" >
"For a beer?"
"No, for stupid questions."

"What would you say to a beer, Normie?" >
"Daddy wuvs you."

"What'd you like, Normie?" > >
"A reason to live. Gimme another beer."