Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Normisms (from Cheers):
Sam: Hey, what's happening, Norm?
Norm: Well, it's a dog-eat-dog world, Sammy, and I'm wearing Milk-Bone underwear.
Woody: Would you like a beer, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: No, I'd like a dead cat in a glass.
Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Another layer for the winter, Wood.
Coach: How's a beer sound, Norm?
Norm: I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in.
Woody: How's life, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Oh, I'm waiting for the movie.
Coach: What would you say to a nice beer, Normie?
Norm: Going down?
Sam: What'd you like, Normie?
Norm: A reason to live. Gimme another beer.
Coach: What's doing, Norm?
Norm: Well, science is seeking a cure for thirst. I happen to be the guinea pig.
Coach: What's shaking, Norm?
Norm: All four cheeks and a couple of chins, Coach.
Coach: What'll it be, Normie?
Norm: Just the usual, Coach. I'll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.
Woody: What can I do for you, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Elope with my wife.
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.
Norm: I know, and if she calls, I'm not here.
Sam: What's up, Norm?
Norm: My nipples. It's freezing out there.
Sam: How's life Norm?
Norm: Ask a man whose got one.
Sam: What are you up to Norm?
Norm: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.
Woody: What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I'll settle for a beer.
Woody: How are you today, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Never been better, Woody. ... Just once I'd like to be better.
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, you got room for a beer?
Norm: Nope, but I am willing to add on.
Sam: Beer, Norm?
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.
Sam: Well, look at you. You look like the cat that swallowed the canary.
Norm: And I need a beer to wash him down.
Posted by Ben, aka BadBen at 1/24/2006