Does anybody know any good Normisms?

For example:

Woody: Hey Mr. Peterson, you're here a little early in the day?!?

Norm: So pour me a beer and stick a corn flake in it!

Sam: Hey, Norm. What are you up to?
Norm: My idel weight if I was 11 feet tall.


Woody: So, Mr. Peterson, what's your story?
Norm: Man pours boy beer, boy drinks beer, boy gets another beer.


Woody: How's life, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Well, it's a dog-eat-dog world, and I'm wearing milkbone underware.

Sam - Hey Norm, whaddya know?

Norm - Not enough...

"hey Mr. Peterson, whats up?"

.... "My nipples. It's freezing!"


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Hey Mr.Peterson what would ya like

Well I do need sumtin to pass the time till my second beer I got it how bout a first one

Coach: How 'bout a beer, Norm?
Norm: Okay, but be sure to stop me at one. Make that one-thirty.

Sam: What's up Norm?

Norm: Me, about 30 times a night!

I found these normisms at some website.....
Enjoy!

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

Coach: How about a beer, Norm?
Norm: Hey I'm high on life, Coach. Of course, beer is my life.

Coach: How's a beer sound, Norm?
Norm: I dunno. I usually finish them before they get a word in.

Coach: What's up, Norm?
Norm: Corners of my mouth, Coach.

Coach: What's shaking, Norm?
Norm: All four cheeks and a couple of chins, Coach.

Coach: Beer, Normie?
Norm: Uh, Coach, I dunno, I had one this week.
Eh, why not, I'm still young.

Coach: Normie, Normie, could this be Vera?
Norm: With a lot of expensive surgery, maybe.

Coach: What's up, Normie?
Norm: The temperature under my collar, Coach.

Coach: What would you say to a nice beer, Normie?
Norm: Going down?

Coach: What's up, Norm?
Norm: Everything that's supposed to be

Sam: What's new, Normie?
Norm: Terrorists, Sam. They've taken over my stomach.
They're demanding beer.

Coach: What'll it be, Normie?
Norm: Just the usual Coach. I'll have a froth of beer and a snorkel.

Coach: What would you say to a beer, Normie?
Norm: Daddy wuvs you.

Sam: What'd you like, Normie?
Norm: A reason to live. Gimme another beer

Sam: What will you have, Norm?
Norm: Well, I'm in a gambling mood, Sammy. I'll take a glass
of whatever comes out of that tap.
Sam: Oh, looks like beer, Norm.
Norm: Call me Mister Lucky.

Sam: What do you say, Norm?
Norm: Any cheap, tawdry thing that'll get me a beer.

Sam: What do you say to a beer, Normie?
Norm: Hiya, sailor. New in town?

Norm: [coming in from the rain] Evening, everybody.
All: Norm! (Norman!)
Sam: Still pouring, Norm?
Norm: That's funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.

Sam: Whaddya say, Norm?
Norm: Well, I never met a beer I didn't drink. And down it
goes.

Woody: What's your pleasure, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Boxer shorts and loose shoes. But I'll settle for a beer.

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

Norm: Hey, everybody.
All: [silence; everybody is mad at Norm for being rich]
Norm: [carries on both sides of the conversation himself]
Norm! (Norman.)
How are you feeling today, Mr. Peterson?
Rich and thirsty. Pour me a beer.

Woody: Would you like a beer, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: No, I'd like a dead cat in a glass.

Sam: How's life treating you?
Norm: It's not, Sammy, but you can!

Woody: Can I pour you a draft, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: A little early, isn't it Woody?
Woody: For a beer?
Norm: No, for stupid questions.

Woody: What's the story, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: The Bobbsey twins go to the brewery.
Let's cut to the happy ending.

Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, there's a cold one waiting for you.
Norm: I know, and if she calls, I'm not here.

Sam: Beer, Norm?
Norm: Have I gotten that predictable? Good.

Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, ``Insert beer here.''


Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?
Norm: Yep, now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?


Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Another layer for the winter, Wood.

Q: Whatcha up to Norm? (said by Sam)
A: My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall.

"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
"Poor."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"No, I mean pour."

"How's life treating you, Norm?"
"Like it caught me sleeping with its' wife."

"What's going down, Normie?"
"My butt cheeks on that bar stool."

"How's life in the fast lane?"

"How about a beer, Norm?"
"That's that amber sudsy stuff, right? I've heard good things
about it!"

"What's going on, Mr. Peterson?"
"The question is what's going in Mr. Peterson. A beer please,
Woody."

Steph :)