George Wendt

“How's life treating you, Norm?”

“What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson? A reason to live. Give me a beer.”

“Women. Can't live with 'em... pass the beer nuts.”

“What would you say to a beer, Normie? Daddy wuvs you.”

“What's the story, Mr. Peterson? The Bobbsey Twins go to the brewery. Let's cut to the happy ending.”

“Whatcha up to, Norm? My ideal weight, if I were eleven feet tall.”

“What's new, Normie? Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach and they're demanding beer.”

“Can I draw you a beer, Norm? No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.”

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

“How's a beer sound, Norm? I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a chance to make a sound.”

“Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson? Alright, but stop me at one...make that one-thirty.”

“What's going on, Mr. Peterson? A tragic story of a man who's dying of thirst and a bartender who won't serve him.”

“It's a dog-eat-dog world, and I'm wearing Milk-Bone underwear.”

“What's shaking, Norm? All four cheeks and a couple of chins, Sammy.”