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The verdict of a jury is the a priori opinion of that juror who smokes
the worst cigars.
-- H. L. Mencken
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, Norm?
Rich and thirsty. Pour me a beer.
-- Cheers, Tan 'n Wash
Woody: What's the latest, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Zsa-Zsa marries a millionaire, Peterson drinks a beer.
Film at eleven.
-- Cheers, Knights of the Scimitar
Woody: How are you today, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Never been better, Woody. ... Just once I'd like to be better.
-- Cheers, Chambers vs. Malone
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