Norm!
"Can I draw you a beer, Norm?"
"No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one."
"How's a beer sound, Norm?"
"I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in."
"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 would you say to a nice beer, Normie?"
"Going down?"
"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 a snorkel."
"What would you say to a beer, Normie?"
"Daddy wuvs you."
"What'd you like, Normie?"
"A reason to live. Gimme another beer."
"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?"
"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's the story, Mr. Peterson?"
"The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending."
"Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you."
"I know, and if she calls, I'm not here."
"What's going on, Mr. Peterson?"
"A flashing sign in my gut that says, 'Insert beer here.'"
"Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?"
"Yep, now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?"
"Whatcha up to Norm?"
"My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall."
"How's life treating you, Norm?"
"Like it caught me sleeping with its' wife."
"How's life in the fast lane?"
"Dunno, can't get on the on-ramp."
"How's it going Mr. Peterson?"
"It's a dog eat dog world, Woody, and I'm wearing Milk-Bone underwear!"
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