Norm's View

Coach: (Looking at Vogue Magazine) Normie, Normie, could this be Vera?
Norm: With a lot of expensive surgery, maybe.

Sam: What'd you like, Normie?
Norm: A reason to live. Gimme another beer.

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

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

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

Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.
Norm: I know, and if she calls, I'm not here.

Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?
Norm: Yep, now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?

Q: Whatcha up to Norm? (said by Sam)
A: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.

"How's life treating you, Norm?"
"Like it caught me sleeping with its' wife."

"Women. Can't live with 'em, pass the beer nuts."

"How's it going Mr. Peterson?"
"It's a dog eat dog world, Woody, and I'm wearing Milk-Bone underwear!"