WOODY: How’s it going, Mr. Peterson?
NORM : Poor.
WOODY: I’m sorry to hear that.
NORM : No, I mean pour.
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SAM : Beer, Norm?
NORM : Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
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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.
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What are your favorite Norm-isms? Here are some of mine:
What’s happenin, Norm?
It’s a dog eat dog world, and I’ve got on Milk Bone underwear. Gimme a beer.
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What’s shakin’ Mr. Peterson?
All 4 cheeks and a couple of chins. Gimme a beer, Woody.
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What’s going on Norm?
A light in my gut that says Insert Beer Here!
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How’s life treatin’ ya, Norm?
Like a baby treats a diaper.
WOODY: How’s it going, Mr. Peterson?
NORM : Poor.
WOODY: I’m sorry to hear that.
NORM : No, I mean pour.
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SAM : Beer, Norm?
NORM : Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
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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.