Hey Norm, how's the world treatin' you? Like a baby treats a diaper.
Related:
- Woody: How are you feeling today, Mr. Peterson?
Norm:
Poor. Woody: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Norm: No... - Coach: Can I draw you a beer, Norm?
Norm: No, I know what they look like.
Just pour me one. -- Cheers, No Help Wanted Coach... - Norm is angry.]
Woody: What can I get you, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Clifford Clavin's head. -- Cheers, The Triangle... - Norm: Hey, everybody.
All: [silence; everybody is mad at Norm for being rich.]
Norm:
[Carries on both sides of the conversation himself... - Your skin looks like baby skin -
with diaper rash... - Norm: Gentlemen, start your taps.
-- Cheers, The Coach's Daughter
Coach:
How's life treating you, Norm? Norm: Like it caught... - Sam: What do you know there, Norm?
Norm: How to sit.
How to drink. Want to quiz me? -- Cheers, Loverboyd... - Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, what do you say to a cold one?
Norm: See you later, Vera, I'll be at Cheers. -... - Colder than a baby in a brass
diaper...
